Pogues - The Irish Rover lyrics

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