The Irish Rover

In the year of our lord, eighteen hundred and six,
 we set sail from the coal quay of cork
 we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
 for the grand city hall in new york
 we'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft
 and how the trade winds drove her
 she had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts
 and they called her the irish rover
 There was barney magee from the banks of the lee
 there was hogan from county tyrone
 there was johnny mcgurk who was scared stiff of work
 and a chap from westmeath named 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 on the irish rover
 We had one million bags of the best sligo rags
 we had two million barrells of bone
 we had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
 we had four million barrells of stone
 we had five million hogs and six million dogs
 and seven million barrells 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 our ship lost her way in a fog
 and the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
 'twas myself and the captain's old dog
 then the ship struck a rock, oh, lord what a shock
 and nearly tumbled over
 turned nine times around - then the poor old dog was drowned
 i'm the last of the irish rover