The Irish Rover-Dropkick Murphys

[00:08.16]On the fourth of July 1806 [00:08.98] [00:10.29]We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork [00:11.66] [00:12.79]We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks [00:14.51] [00:15.76]For the grand city hall in New York [00:17.07] [00:18.82]T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft [00:21.13] [00:21.82]And oh how the wild wind drove her [00:23.51] [00:24.69]She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts [00:26.76] [00:27.38]And they called her the Irish Rover [00:28.57] [00:31.26]We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags [00:32.94] [00:34.44]We had two million barrels of stone [00:35.57] [00:36.81]We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides [00:38.76] [00:39.69]We had four million barrels of bone [00:41.07] [00:42.69]We had five million hogs, six million dogs [00:44.63] [00:45.82]Seven million barrels of porter [00:46.70] [00:47.45]We had eight million bails of old nanny gold tails [00:49.94] [00:51.57]In the hold of the Irish Rover [00:53.26] [00:55.51]There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute [00:57.26] [00:58.32]When the ladies lined up for a set [00:59.63] [01:00.82]He was tootin' with skill For each sparking quadrille [01:02.58]Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet [01:04.96] [01:07.08]With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk [01:08.96] [01:09.77]He rolled the dames under and over [01:11.02] [01:12.71]They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance [01:15.10] [01:15.61]That he sailed on the Irish Rover [01:16.85] [01:42.98]There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee [01:45.11]There was Hogan from County Tyrone [01:46.24] [01:48.31]There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work [01:50.93]And your man from the West Meath called Malone [01:52.61] [01:54.05]The was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule [01:55.68] [01:56.68]And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover [01:57.93] [02:00.12]And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann [02:01.93] [02:02.49]Was the skipper of the Irish Rover [02:03.68] [02:10.87]We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out [02:11.68]And the ship lost its way in the fog [02:11.99]And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two [02:12.37]Just myself and the captain's old dog [02:12.62]Then the ship struck a rock oh Lord what a shock [02:13.05]The bulkhead was turned right over [02:13.24]Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned [02:15.18] [02:17.68]And the last of the Irish Rover