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• Artiste: Shilelagh Law
• Titre: Irish Rover
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In the year of our lord, 1806 We set sail from the culkay of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For that Grand City Hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft It was rigged fore and aft And how the wild wind drove her She had 23 masts And she stood several blasts And they called her The Irish Rover There was Barney McGee From the banks of the Lee There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Johnny McGurk Who was scared stiff of work And a chap from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole Who was drunk as a rule And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover And your man, Mick McCann From the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of 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 nanny goat's tails We had four million barrels of stone We had five million hogs Six million dogs And seven million barrels of porter We had eight million barrels of old blind horse's hides In the hold of the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years When the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in the fog (big fog!) And that whale of a crew Was reduced down to two Just myself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock Oh Lord! what a shock And nearly tumbled over She turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of The Irish Rover