Lyrics:

In the year of our Lord, 1806
We set sail from the fair Cobh of Cork
And we were wasting away with a cargo of bricks
For the fine city hall of New York
We had an elegant craft, rigged fore-and-aft
Oh, how the sails winds drove her
She had 27 masts, she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
And there was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath, called Malone
Ah, there was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Casey from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
The skipper of the Irish Rover
We had one million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million bags of the best Sligo rags
Four million barrels of bones
Five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million tails sides of blind horses 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
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Myself and the Captain's old dog
And then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord, what a shock
The bulk was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
And the last of The Irish Rover

Thank you
Goodnight, thank you
Thank you very much