The Irish Rover

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We set sail from the cold quay of Cork
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We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
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For the Grand City Hall of New York

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We had an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft
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And oh, how the wild winds drove her
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She had twenty-seven masts, and withstood several blasts
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And they called her The Irish Rover

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    Hey!     Hey!

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There was Barney McGee, from the banks of the Lee
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There was Hogan from County Tyrone
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There was Charlie McGurk, who was scared stiff of work
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And a chap from Westmeath, called Malone

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There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk, as a rule
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And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
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And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
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Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

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Well, we had five million bags of the best Sligo rags
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We had six million barrels of stones
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And we had seven million bales of old nanny goats tails
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We had eight million barrels of bones

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We had nine million hogs, ten million dogs
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Eleven million barrels of porter
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And we had twelve million sides of old blind horses' hides
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In the hold of the Irish Rover

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We had sailed seven years, when the measles broke out
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And the ship lost its way in a fog
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And the whole of the crew, was reduced down to two
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Just meself and the Captain's old dog

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Well, the ship struck a rock, oh lord, what a shock
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The boat she turned right over
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She turned nine times around and the poor dog was drowned
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I'm the last of The Irish Rover

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    Hey!     Hey!    Hey!     Hey!

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