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The Irish Rover Lyrics
'Twas the fourth of July, 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 in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh! How the wild wind drove her
She stood 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 stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote, who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in 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 man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the 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
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
And the last of The Irish Rover
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh! How the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
And the ship lost its way in the 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
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
And the last of The Irish Rover
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"Eight million bales of old nanny goats tails..." Classic
No, the Irish Rover was fictitious. But she would have been impressive! 27 masts! Even the Cutty Sark only had 3!
Does anyone know about the crew? Were any of them based on real people? "Fightin' Bill Treacy" (also spelt Tracey or Tracy) especially interest me. Can anyone help?
Many thanks!
A tall tale pub boast about a great ship whose described size and cargo are way beyond anything imaginable...but you have to believe the teller, because he's the only member of the crew left alive.
"Oh yeah, well our ship had 27 masts..."
We always like to have a few mugs of Guinness and sing along with this salty dog\'s tale of his supernatural ship on South Side Irish Day every year.
No idea if the eponymous ship existed or not, but the Irish Rover as a song has been covered many times by a lot of different groups - it's a traditional Irish folk song. :)
You missed the fourth verse!
This song tells us a story from the perspective of someone bragging about what has happened to him. But everything he tells is so over the top and impossible it's obvious he all made it up. In the last verse he says he's the only survivor. So you have to believe him.
@Shillelagh That's so true! You have no choice but to believe him! :)
@Shillelagh That's so true! You have no choice but to believe him! :)
One of me faves. Was The Irish Rover a real ship?