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On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six \\
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We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork \\
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We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks \\
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For the grand city hall in New York \\
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'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft \\
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And oh, how the wild winds drove her. \\
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She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts \\
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And we called her the Irish Rover. \\
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We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags \\
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We had two million barrels of stones \\
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We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, \\
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We had four million barrels of bones. \\
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We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, \\
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Seven million barrels of porter. \\
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We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails, \\
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In the hold of the Irish Rover. \\
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There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute \\
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When the ladies lined up for his set \\
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He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille \\
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Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet \\
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With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk \\
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As he rolled the dames under and over \\
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They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance \\
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And he sailed in the Irish Rover \\
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There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, \\
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There was Hogan from County Tyrone \\
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There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work \\
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And a man from Westmeath called Malone \\
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There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule \\
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And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover \\
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And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann \\
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Was the skipper of the Irish Rover \\
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We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out \\
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And the ship lost it's way in a fog. \\
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And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two, \\
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Just meself and the captain's old dog. \\
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Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock \\
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The bulkhead was turned right over \\
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Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned \\
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I'm the last of the Irish Rover \\
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