Well on the Fourth of July 1806    We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork    we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks    For the grand City Hall in New York    'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft    And oh, how the wild wind drove her    She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts    And they called her the Irish Rover       Well we had one million bags of the best Sligo rags,    We had two million barrels of stone    We had three million bails of old nanny-goats' tails,    We had four million barrels of bones    We had five million hogs, and six million dogs,    Seven million barrels of porter    We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails    In the hold of the Irish Rover       Well we had Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,    We had Hogan from County Tyrone    And we had Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of work    And a lad from Westmeath called Malone    O we had Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule    And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover    And your man, Mike McCann    from the banks of the Bann    Was the skipper on the Irish Rover       Well a sailor he longs for a better life    It’s so lonesome by night and by day    And he longs for the shore and a charming young whore    Who’ll make all his troubles away    All the noise and the rout    All the whiskey and stout    The fighting it’s never over    Of the love of a maid he is never afraid    It’s all for the Irish Rover       We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out    And the ship lost it's way in the fog    And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two,    Just meself and the Captain's old dog    Then the ship struck a rock,    Oh Lord! What a shock,    The bulkhead was turned right over    Well it turned nine times around    And the poor old dog was drowned    Well I’m the last of the Irish Rover!