Hello there sir, are ye alright? Good evening Well in the year of our Lord, 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 She was a wonderful craft, she's rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her She has took several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts We called her the Irish Rover Well, there was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of work And a chap from Westmeath called Malone Well, there was Slugger O'Toole, he's drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover Well, we had one million bales of the best Sligo rags Two million barrels of stones Three million bales of old hard bygone sails Four million barrels of bones Well, we had five million hogs, and six million dogs And seven million barrels of porter We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides In the hold of the Irish Rover Well, we had sailed seven years, the measles broke out Our ship lost its way in the fog And the whale of the crew, reduced down to two Meself and the captain's old dog Well then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock The bulkhead, she turned right over And we turned nine times around, the poor ould dog was drowned Thank you Are ye well?