Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
And the ship lost its way in the fog
When the ladies lined up for a set
We had two million barrels of stone
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
And they called her The Irish Rover
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
The bulkhead was turned right over
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
Seven million barrels of porter
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And he rolled the dames under and over
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
She stood several blasts, she had twenty seven masts
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
In the hold of the Irish Rover
For the Grand City Hall in New York
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
We had four million barrels of bones
