the fourth of July, 18 hundred and six
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 fore 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

We had one million bags of the best sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone.
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
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.

There was aul' mickey coote
Who played hard on his flute
And the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were flut'erd and bet
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in the irish rover

There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jonny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann-
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover