Santiano - Irish Rover

　　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 stones

　　We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails

　　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 sides of old blind horses hides

　　In the hold of 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 Tracy from Dover

　　And your man, Mick McCann

　　From the banks of the Bann

　　Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

　　We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

　　We had two million barrels of stones

　　We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails

　　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 sides of old blind horses hides

　　In the hold 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 what a shock!

　　The bulkhead was turned right over

　　Turned nine times around

　　And the poor old dog was drowned

　　I'm the last of the Irish Rover

　　We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

　　We had two million barrels of stones

　　We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails

　　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 sides of old blind horses hides

　　In the hold of the Irish Rover