The Tossers - Irish Rover lyrics

Well on the Fourth of July 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 'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for 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 Well we had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, We had two million barrels of stone We had three million bails of old nanny-goats' tails, 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 Well we had Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, We had Hogan from County Tyrone And we had Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of work And a lad from Westmeath called Malone O we had Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover And your man, Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper on the Irish Rover Well a sailor he longs for a better life It's so lonesome by night and by day And he longs for the shore and a charming young who*e Who'll make all his troubles away All the noise and the rout All the whiskey and stout The fighting it's never over Of the love of a maid he is never afraid It's all for the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost it's way in the fog And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two, Just meself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock, Oh Lord! What a shock, The bulkhead was turned right over Well it turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned Well I'm the last of the Irish Rover!