paroles de chanson The Irish Rover - The Clancy Brothers
In
the
year
of
our
Lord
eighteen
hundred
and
six
We
sail
from
the
cold
bay
of
Cork
We
were
sailing
away
with
a
cargo
of
bricks
For
the
grand
city
hall
of
New
York
We'd
an
elegant
craft
it
was
rigged
fore
and
aft
And
how
the
trade
winds
blow
o'er
her
She
had
twenty
three
masts
and
she
stood
several
blasts
And
they
called
her
the
Irish
rover
There
was
Barney
McGee
from
the
banks
of
the
Lee
There
was
Hogan
from
County
Tyrone
There
was
John
D.
McGirk
who
was
scared
stiff
of
work
And
the
chap
from
Westmeath
named
Malone
We
had
Slugger
O'Toole
who
was
drunk
as
a
rule
And
fighting
Bill
Tracy
from
Dover
And
the
man
Mick
McCann
from
the
banks
of
the
Bann
Was
the
skipper
on
the
Irish
rover
We
had
one
million
bales
of
old
billy
goats'
tails
We
had
two
million
buckets
of
stones
We
had
three
million
sides
of
old
blind
horses
hides
We
had
four
million
packets
of
bones
We
had
five
million
hogs
we
had
six
million
dogs
And
seven
million
barrels
of
porter
We
had
eight
million
bags
of
the
best
Sligo
rags
In
the
hold
of
the
Irish
Rover
We
had
sailed
seven
years
when
the
measles
broke
out
And
the
ship
lost
her
way
in
a
fog
And
the
whole
of
the
crew
was
reduced
unto
two
'Twas
myself
and
the
captain's
old
dog
Then
the
ship
struck
a
rock
with
a
terrible
shock
And
then
she
heeled
right
over
Turned
nine
times
around
and
the
poor
dog
was
drowned
I'm
the
last
of
the
Irish
Rover
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