La -da -da, da -da -da -da,
La -da -da, da -da -da -da,
In the year of our Lord, 1806
We set sail from the Colgate Cork
For the Grand City Hall in New York
she was rigged for a naft
And oh, how the trade winds draw her
She had twenty -three masts
and she stowed several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
from the banks of the Lee
who was scared stiff of work
There was Slugger O'Toole
And fightin' Bill Tracy from Dollar
And your man, Mick McCann,
from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had two million barrels of bone
We had three million bales
of old Nanny Gold's tales
We had four million barrels of stone
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides
of a blind horse's height
In the hold of the Irish Rother
We had sailed seven years
when the measles broke out
And the ship lost her way in a fog
And the whole of the crew
Then the ship struck a rock
And that poor old dog was drowned
Oh, I'm the last of the Irish Rover