On the fourth of july, 1806 br We set sail from the sweet cove of cork br We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks br For the grand city hall in new york br 'twas a wonderful craft br She was rigged fore and aft br And oh, how the wild wind drove her br She stood several blasts br She had twenty seven masts br And they called her the irish rover br br We had one million bags of the best sligo rags br We had two million barrels of stone br We had three million sides of old blind horses hides br We had four million barrels of bones br We had five million hogs br And six million dogs br Seven million barrels of porter br We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails br In the hold of the irish rover br br There was awl mickey coote br Who played hard on his flute br When the ladies lined up for a set br He was tootin' with skill br For each sparkling quadrille br Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet br With his smart witty talk br He was cock of the walk br And he rolled the dames under and over br They all knew at a glance br When he took up his stance br That he sailed in the irish rover br br There was barney mcgee br From the banks of the lee br There was hogan from county tyrone br There was johnny mcgurk br Who was scared stiff of work br And a man from westmeath called malone br There was slugger o'toole br Who was drunk as a rule br And fighting bill treacy from dover br And your man, mick maccann br From the banks of the bann br Was the skipper of the irish rover br br We had sailed seven years br When the measles broke out br And the ship lost it's way in the fog br And that whale of a crew br Was reduced down to two br Just myself and the captain's old dog br Then the ship struck a rock br Oh lord! what a shock br The bulkhead was turned right over br Turned nine times around br And the poor old dog was drowned br And the las of the irish rover