Songtexte The Irish Rover - Party City

In the year of our Lord 1806
We set sail from the port of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For that grand city hall in New York
We'd an elegant craft, we were rigged fore and aft
And how the trade winds drove her
She'd twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts
And we called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was young Mick McKirk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And young Dick McGann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
We had four million barrels of bones
Five million hogs, 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

Well, we sailed seven years 'til the measles broke out
And the ship lost her way in the fog
Then the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
Was myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh what a shock
And nearly tumbled over
She turned nine times around
And that poor old dog was drowned
Now I'm the last of the Irish Rover