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The Irish Rover

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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 T'was 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 bone We had five million hogs, 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 old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute when the ladies lined up for a set he was tootin' with skill For each sparking quadrille Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk


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