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Well in the year of our Lord, 1806
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
She was a wonderful craft, she's rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She has took several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
We called her the Irish Rover
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Well, there was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath called Malone
Well, there was Slugger O'Toole, he's drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
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Well, we had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
Two million barrels of stones
Three million bales of old hard bygone sails
Four million barrels of bones
Well, we had five million hogs, and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover
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Well, we had sailed seven years, the measles broke out
Our ship lost its way in the fog
And the whale of the crew, reduced down to two
Meself and the captain's old dog
Well then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead, she turned right over
And we turned nine times around, the poor ould dog was drowned
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Thank you
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