The Irish Rover(zaairisshuroba) THE CHERRY COKE$
- Lyricist:
Traditional Music(toradishonarumyujikku)
- Composer:
Traditional Music(toradishonarumyujikku)
- Release Date:06-13-2018
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On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six ,
We set sail from the sweet cobh 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 winds drove her
Shed several blasts , Shed 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 bones
We had five million hogs , And six million dogs ,
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats tails ,
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 captains old dog
Then the ship struck a rock , Oh Lord what a shock ,
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned ,
And the last of the Irish Rover
We set sail from the sweet cobh 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 winds drove her
Shed several blasts , Shed 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 bones
We had five million hogs , And six million dogs ,
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats tails ,
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 captains old dog
Then the ship struck a rock , Oh Lord what a shock ,
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned ,
And the last of the Irish Rover
