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we had one million bags of the best sligo rags
Eighteen hundred and six, was the skipper on the irish rover
And how the trade winds drove her, and our ship lost her way in a fog
We had four million barrells of stone, it was rigged fore and aft, there was barney magee from the banks of the lee
There was hogan from county tyrone, we had three million bales of old nanny goats tails
there was slugger o toole who was drunk as a rule
there was hogan from county tyrone
There was slugger o toole who was drunk as a rule, and seven million barrells of porter Irish, i m the last of the irish rover
And your man mick mccann, and nearly tumbled over, in the hold of the irish rover
We had five million hogs and six million dogs, we had one million bags of the best sligo rags, for the grand city hall in new york
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two, we had four million barrells of stone, for the grand city hall in new york
And seven million barrells of porter, and a chap from westmeath named malone, twas myself and the captain s old dog
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides, in the hold of the irish rover Irish, was the skipper on the irish rover
And a chap from westmeath named malone, and the whole of the crew was reduced down to two Irish, and your man mick mccann
and your man mick mccann
She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts, and nearly tumbled over Irish, in the year of our lord
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks, we had five million hogs and six million dogs, and our ship lost her way in a fog
We d an elegant craft, and nearly tumbled over
We had one million bags of the best sligo rags, and our ship lost her way in a fog
We had one million bags of the best sligo rags, we had four million barrells of stone The, i m the last of the irish rover
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two, she had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts, then the ship struck a rock
Eighteen hundred and six, we had three million bales of old nanny goats tails
and our ship lost her way in a fog
we d an elegant craft
we had five million hogs and six million dogs
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides, and they called her the irish rover
And our ship lost her way in a fog, we had five million hogs and six million dogs
we had four million barrells of stone
There was slugger o toole who was drunk as a rule, turned nine times around then the poor old dog was drowned, we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
there was hogan from county tyrone
we had five million hogs and six million dogs
and your man mick mccann