Текст песни Irish Rover - Nathan Carter

In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
Ah we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall of New York
Was a wonderful craft she was rigged fore-and-aft
And how the wild winds drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
Ah we had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, six billion dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of blind horses' hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And your man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
Our ship lost its way in the fog
And the whale of the crew was reduced down to two
Was meself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, now Lord what a shock
The boat it turned right over
It turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover