The Irish Rover Lyrics - Going Out In Style - Dropkick Murphys

On the fourth of July 1806 

We set sail from the sweat 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 bone 

We had five million hogs six million dogs 

Seven million barrels of porter 

We had eight million bails of old nanny gold tails 

In the hold of the Irish Rover 

There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute 

Ehen 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 

He rolled the damnes under and over 

They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance 

That he sailed on 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 your man from the West Meath called Malone 

The was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule 

And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover 

And your man Mick McCann from the bankls of the Bann 

Was the skipper of the Irish Rover