Pogues The Irish Rover (Bonus Track) Lyrics
            On the fourth of july, 1806
            We set sail from the sweet cove of cork
            We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
            For the grand city hall in new york
            'twas a wonderful craft
            She was rigged fore and aft
            And oh, how the wild wind drove her
            She stood several blasts
            She had twenty seven masts
            And they called her the irish rover
        
            We had one million bags of the best sligo rags
            We had two million barrels of stone
            We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
            We had four million barrels of bones
            We had five million hogs
            And six million dogs
            Seven million barrels of porter
            We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
            In the hold of the irish rover
        
            There was awl mickey coote
            Who played hard on his flute
            When the ladies lined up for a set
            He was tootin' with skill
            For each sparkling quadrille
            Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
            With his smart witty talk
            He was c___ of the walk
            And he rolled the dames under and over
            They all knew at a glance
            When he took up his stance
            That he sailed in the irish rover
        
            There was barney mcgee
            From the banks of the lee
            There was hogan from county tyrone
            There was johnny mcgurk
            Who was scared stiff of work
            And a man from westmeath called malone
            There was slugger o'toole
            Who was drunk as a rule
            And fighting bill treacy from dover
            And your man, mick maccann
            From the banks of the bann
            Was the skipper of the irish rover
        
            We had sailed seven years
            When the measles broke out
            And the ship lost its way in the fog
            And that whale of a crew
            Was reduced down to two
            Just myself and the captain's old dog
            Then the ship struck a rock
            Oh lord! what a shock
            The bulkhead was turned right over
            Turned nine times around
            And the poor old dog was drowned
            And the las of the irish rover
        
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