文本歌词

The Irish Rover - Trad.
In the year of our lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
We'd a nearleaking craft she was rigged fore and aft
And how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts
And they called her the irish rover
There was bobby mcgee from the banks of the lee
There was hogan from county tyrone
There was johnny mcgurk who was scared stiff of work
a chap from Westmeathe called Malone
There was Slugger o'toole who was drunk as a rule
fighting bill tracy from dover
And a man mick mccann from the banks of the bann
Was the skipper of the irish rover
We had one million bags of the best sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bone
We had three million bales of old nanny goats tails
We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million dogs
six million hogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of blind horses hides
In the hold of the irish rover
We had sailed seven years when the mizzens broke out
And the ship lost her way in the fog
And the whale of a crew was reduced down to two
T'was meself and the captain's old dog
when the ship struck a rock and lord what a shock
she nearly tumbled over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the irish rover