The Irish Rover-The Dubliners
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[ti:The Irish Rover]
[ar:The Dubliners/The Pogues]
[al:Festa di San Patrizio]
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[00:00.00]The Irish Rover - The Dubliners/The Pogues
[00:08.08]On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
[00:11.31]We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
[00:14.63]We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
[00:18.35]For the grand city hall in New York
[00:21.70]Twas a wonderful craft she was rigged fore and aft
[00:25.12]And oh how the wild winds drove her
[00:28.56]She'd got several blasts she'd twenty seven masts
[00:31.84]And we called her the Irish Rover
[00:36.24]We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
[00:39.58]We had two million barrels of stones
[00:42.99]We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
[00:46.42]We had four million barrels of bones
[00:49.90]We had five million hogs six million dogs
[00:53.59]Seven million barrels of porter
[00:56.80]We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails
[01:00.18]In the hold of the Irish Rover
[01:04.45]There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
[01:07.75]When the ladies lined up for his set
[01:11.26]He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
[01:14.59]Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
[01:18.13]With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
[01:21.39]As he rolled the dames under and over
[01:24.77]They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
[01:28.23]And he sailed in the Irish Rover
[02:00.79]There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
[02:04.13]There was Hogan from County Tyrone
[02:07.37]There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
[02:10.86]And a man from Westmeath called Malone
[02:14.27]There was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
[02:17.86]And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
[02:21.13]And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
[02:24.48]Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
[02:29.04]For a sailor it's always a bother in life
[02:32.22]It's so lonesome by night and by day
[02:35.63]That he longs for the shore and a charming young whore
[02:39.11]Who will melt all his troubles away
[02:42.63]Oh the noise and the rout swillin' port in and stout
[02:46.01]For him soon the torment's over
[02:49.45]Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
[02:52.95]An old salt from the Irish Rover
[02:57.26]We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
[03:00.41]And the ship lost it's way in the fog
[03:03.72]And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
[03:07.24]Just myself and the captain's old dog
[03:10.67]Then the ship struck a rock
[03:12.47]Oh Lord
[03:13.06]What a shock
[03:14.17]The bulkhead was turned right over
[03:19.34]Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
[03:27.60]I'm the last of the Irish Rover
[ar:The Dubliners/The Pogues]
[al:Festa di San Patrizio]
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[00:00.00]The Irish Rover - The Dubliners/The Pogues
[00:08.08]On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
[00:11.31]We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
[00:14.63]We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
[00:18.35]For the grand city hall in New York
[00:21.70]Twas a wonderful craft she was rigged fore and aft
[00:25.12]And oh how the wild winds drove her
[00:28.56]She'd got several blasts she'd twenty seven masts
[00:31.84]And we called her the Irish Rover
[00:36.24]We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
[00:39.58]We had two million barrels of stones
[00:42.99]We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
[00:46.42]We had four million barrels of bones
[00:49.90]We had five million hogs six million dogs
[00:53.59]Seven million barrels of porter
[00:56.80]We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails
[01:00.18]In the hold of the Irish Rover
[01:04.45]There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
[01:07.75]When the ladies lined up for his set
[01:11.26]He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
[01:14.59]Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
[01:18.13]With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
[01:21.39]As he rolled the dames under and over
[01:24.77]They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
[01:28.23]And he sailed in the Irish Rover
[02:00.79]There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
[02:04.13]There was Hogan from County Tyrone
[02:07.37]There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
[02:10.86]And a man from Westmeath called Malone
[02:14.27]There was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
[02:17.86]And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
[02:21.13]And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
[02:24.48]Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
[02:29.04]For a sailor it's always a bother in life
[02:32.22]It's so lonesome by night and by day
[02:35.63]That he longs for the shore and a charming young whore
[02:39.11]Who will melt all his troubles away
[02:42.63]Oh the noise and the rout swillin' port in and stout
[02:46.01]For him soon the torment's over
[02:49.45]Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
[02:52.95]An old salt from the Irish Rover
[02:57.26]We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
[03:00.41]And the ship lost it's way in the fog
[03:03.72]And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
[03:07.24]Just myself and the captain's old dog
[03:10.67]Then the ship struck a rock
[03:12.47]Oh Lord
[03:13.06]What a shock
[03:14.17]The bulkhead was turned right over
[03:19.34]Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
[03:27.60]I'm the last of the Irish Rover
