Irish Rover
Drew Ronnie Lyrics
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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
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides'
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old nanny goate tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
And the ladies lined up for a set
He would tootle with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in 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 a man from Westmeath called 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 of the Irish Rover
For a sailor its' always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore
and a charming young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
Oh, the noise and the rout
Swillin' poiteen and stout
For him soon the torment's over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
An old salt from 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 Captain's 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 (1, 2, 3!)
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
The song "Irish Rover" by Drew Ronnie tells a story of a ship with a humorous and exaggerated inventory that sailed from Cork to New York in the early 1800s. The ship was a magnificent vessel with 27 masts that was headed to deliver a cargo of bricks for New York's City Hall. The ship was called "The Irish Rover" and it stood up to wild winds and several blasts, making it a wonder to behold. On board the ship, there were many characters who added to the story's humor, such as Mickey Coote, who played the flute and had a way with the ladies.
The song's lyrics intensify the story as the inventory carried by the ship grows in absurdity. Along with many bags of Sligo rags and barrels of stones, the ship was also carrying old blind horse hides and barrels of bones, hogs, dogs, porter, and nanny goat tails. There were also mischievous characters like Barney McGee, Hogan, Johnny McGurk, and Slugger O'Toole, who enjoyed drink and sometimes troublemaking. The skipper of the ship, Mick McCann, was from the banks of the Bann.
As fate would have it, the Irish Rover sailed for seven years and encountered trouble when the measles broke out onboard. The ship lost its way in the fog and hit a rock, causing it to capsize with only two survivors - the storyteller and the Captain's old dog. The song ends with the storyteller as the last of the Irish Rover and a tribute to a mythical ship that sailed long ago.
Line by Line Meaning
On the Fourth of July, 1806
We started our journey on fourth of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
We began sailing from the pleasant cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
We were carrying bricks in our ship
For the Grand City Hall in New York
The bricks in our ship were meant for building the City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
Our ship was an amazing and beautiful vessel
She was rigged fore and aft
Our ship had sails at both front and rear ends
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
The strong wind was pushing our ship forward
She stood several blasts
Our ship could withstand multiple strong winds
She had twenty seven masts
Our ship had 27 masts (poetic exaggeration)
And they called her The Irish Rover
Our ship was known as The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
In addition to the bricks, we were carrying one million bags of high-quality Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We were also carrying two million barrels of stones on our ship
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides'
Our ship's cargo included three million sides of old horse hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had four million barrels filled with bones on our ship
We had five million hogs
Our cargo included five million live hogs (likely poetic exaggeration)
six million dogs
Our ship was carrying six million live dogs (likely poetic exaggeration)
Seven million barrels of porter
Our cargo included seven million barrels of a dark beer called porter
We had eight million sides of old nanny goate tails
In addition to the horse hides, our ship carried eight million sides of old goat tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
All of our cargo was stored in the ship's hold
There was awl Mickey Coote
Our crew had a member named Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
Mickey Coote was a skilled flute player
And the ladies lined up for a set
Women were interested to dance with Mickey Coote
He would tootle with skill
Mickey Coote played the flute with great skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Mickey Coote played music for a specific type of dance called quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
Even though the dancers were nervous and agitated
With his smart witty talk
Mickey Coote was also known for his clever and humorous conversations
He was cock of the walk
Mickey Coote was a confident and popular crew member
As he rolled the dames under and over
Mickey Coote was able to dance and have fun with the women onboard
They all knew at a glance
Everyone could tell right away
When he took up his stance
When Mickey Coote stood to play his flute
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
He was definitely part of The Irish Rover crew
There was Barney McGee
Another crew member was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
Barney McGee was from a region near the Lee river
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
Another crew member was Hogan who belonged to County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
The crew also included Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
Johnny McGurk despised work and was afraid of it
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
Our crew had a member called Malone and he belonged to Westmeath
There was Slugger O'Toole
One more crew member was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
Slugger O'Toole was typically drunk
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
Another crew member was Bill Tracy who was known for fighting, and he was from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann
The captain of our ship was named Mick McCann
From the banks of the Bann
Mick McCann was from a place that was near the river Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
Mick McCann was our ship's captain
For a sailor its' always a bother in life
Life is always difficult for a sailor
It's so lonesome by night and by day
Sailors feel lonely both during the day and night
That he longs for the shore
Sailors crave to be on land
And a charming young whore
Sailors look for women to spend time with on the shore
Who will melt all his troubles away
They hope to find someone who can help them let go of their worries
Oh, the noise and the rout
The sounds and the chaos on board can be overwhelming
Swillin' poiteen and stout
The crew drinks a lot of poiteen (a type of Irish whiskey) and stout
For him soon the torment's over
Once they find a woman, sailors can be more at peace
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
They are never afraid of falling in love with a woman
An old salt from the Irish Rover
This is a reference to a seasoned sailor from The Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
The journey took us seven years
When the measles broke out
An outbreak of measles occurred
And the ship lost its way in the fog
The ship couldn't navigate properly due to the fog
And that whale of a crew
The crew was massive and strong (likely poetic exaggeration)
Was reduced down to two
Only two people survived the outbreak and foggy weather
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
The two survivors were myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
The ship hit a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
It was a terrible and scary experience
The bulkhead was turned right over
The wall lining of the ship was turned over
Turned nine times around
The ship turned around nine times (likely poetic exaggeration)
And the poor old dog was drowned (1, 2, 3!)
Unfortunately, the captain's dog couldn't survive and drowned
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
The only survivor was myself, I'm the last person from The Irish Rover crew
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TRADITIONAL, J BAIRD, PD TRADITIONAL
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His voice is just magnificent!
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Beautyful
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Can a song GET any more Irish, I ask ye?
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NEVER