Irish Song Lyrics 
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The Irish Rover 
In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall of New York 'Twas an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh how the trade winds drove her She could stand several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts And they called her the Irish Rover 
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had three million sides of old blind horses hides We had four million barrels of bones We had five million hogs, six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter We had eight million bales of oul' nanny goats tails In the hold of the Irish Rover 
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There was old Micky Coote who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for a set He was tootling with a skill for each quadrill Though the dancers were fluttered and fet With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk And he rolled them under and over When he took up with his stance they knew at a glance That he sailed on the Irish Rover 
There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee There was Hogan from CO. Tyrone There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work And a man from West Meath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover And your man Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover 
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We had sailed several days when the measles broke out And our ship lost its way in the fog Then the whale of a crew was reduced down to two Just myself and the captains old dog Then the ship struck a rock, Lord what a shock And we were turned right over Turned nine times around, sure the poor dog was drowned I'm the last of the Irish Rover 
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