G Em C On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six G D We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork G Em C We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks G D G For the grand city hall in New York G D ʼTwas an wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft G D And oh, how the wild wind drove her G Em C She could stand a great blast she had twenty seven masts G D G And we called her the Irish Rover G Em C We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags G D We had two million barrels of stones G Em C We had three million sides of old blind horses hides G D G We had four million barrels of bones G Em C We had five million hogs, six million dogs G D Seven million barrels of porter G Em C We had eight million bales of old nanny-goatsʼ tails G D G In the hold of the Irish Rover G Em C There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee G D There was Hogan from County Tyrone G Em C There was Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work G D G And a chap from Westmeath called Malone G Em C There was Slugger OʼToole who was drunk as a rule G D And fighting Bill Tratcy from Dover G Em C And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann G D G Was the skipper of the Irish Rover G Em C We had sailed seven years when the measels broke out G D And our ship lost itʼs way in the fog G Em C And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two G D G Just myself and the captainʼs old dog G Em C The ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock G D The boat, it was flipped right over G Em C Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned G D G Iʼm the last of the Irish Rover