The Irish Rover
The Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The Irish Rover is a traditional Irish folk song that tells the fictional story of a ship that sets sail from Cork with a cargo full of all sorts of items. The song begins in 1806, when the ship is sailing from Cork to New York, carrying a load of bricks for the construction of the grand City Hall in New York. The Irish Rover was an elegant ship with twenty-three masts that was well-rigged and had a powerful force of wind drive it forward through the ocean.


The song then goes on to introduce the individual crew members of the ship. The first few are Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee, Hogan from County Tyrone, and Johnny McGurk, who was "scared stiff of work." There was also Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk most of the time and loved to get into fights, and a skipper named Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann.


The chorus talks about the massive amounts of cargo on the ship, including one million bags of the best Sligo rags, two million barrels of bone, three million bales of old nanny goats' tails, and eight million sides of old blind horses' hides. The ship had been at sea for seven years when the measles (a highly contagious viral disease) broke out among the passengers. The ship got lost in the fog and eventually had only two survivors: the singer of the song and the captain's old dog. The ship then struck a rock, and the dog drowned. The song ends on a melancholic note, with the singer proclaiming that he is the last of the Irish Rover.


Line by Line Meaning

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,
This story takes place in the year 1806.


We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork
We departed from the Coal Quay of Cork.


We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
We were transporting bricks as cargo.


For the grand City Hall in New York
Our destination was the City Hall in New York.


We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft
Our ship was elegantly designed with rigging at the front and back.


And how the trade winds drove her
We were propelled by the trade winds.


She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts
Our ship had 23 masts which withstood several blasts.


And they called her the Irish Rover
Our ship was known as the Irish Rover.


There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee
One of our crew members was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee.


There was Hogan from County Tyrone
Another crew member was Hogan from County Tyrone.


There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
Johnny McGurk was afraid of work and part of our crew.


And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
Malone was a crew member from Westmeath.


There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
Another member of our crew was Slugger O'Toole who was usually drunk.


And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
One of our crew members, Bill Tracy, from Dover was always ready for a fight.


And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann, was the skipper of our ship.


Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
Mick McCann was the captain of the Irish Rover.


We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
Our cargo included one million bags of the highest quality Sligo rags.


We had two million barrels of bone
We were transporting two million barrels of bones.


We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
Our cargo also included three million bales of old nanny goats' tails.


We had four million barrels of stone
We had four million barrels filled with stones.


We had five million hogs and six million dogs
Along with our cargo were five million hogs and six million dogs.


And seven million barrels of porter
Our ship was carrying seven million barrels of porter.


We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides
Another part of our cargo were eight million sides of old blind horses' hides.


In the hold of the Irish Rover
All of these items were stored in the hold of the Irish Rover.


We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
After seven years of sailing, the measles broke out on our ship.


And our ship lost her way in a fog
Due to the fog, our ship got lost.


And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
Only two people, the captain and I, were left on board after the outbreak and getting lost.


'Twas myself and the captain's old dog
The only ones left were the captain's old dog and myself.


Then the ship struck a rock, oh, Lord what a shock
Unfortunately, our ship hit a rock, causing a shock to all of us.


And nearly tumbled over
Our ship almost capsized.


Turned nine times around then the poor old dog was drowned
After turning nine times around, the captain's old dog drowned.


I'm the last of the Irish Rover
I am the only one left of the Irish Rover crew.




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: J BAIRD, PD TRADITIONAL

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@MarkRobertCuthbert

There was Bobby McGee from the banks of the Leith.
There was Hogan from county Tyrone.
There was John D. McGirk, 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 a man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover.



All comments from YouTube:

@user-xl6rk9du1s

I somehow came across this song, it's amazing. It's so interesting to learn about different cultures through music while high. Have a nice day and good mood everyone.

Alan from North Ossetia.

@kylemccourt663

I own a Groverbuilt boat. She is a small downeaster style craft made in small numbers by a local legend. The builder is quite the legend locally as he went down in the Guinness Book for piloting the smallest craft (26 feet) ever across the Atlantic. So when I finally became old enough to purchase one of these legendary vessels, I felt it only fitting to name her "The Irish Grover".

@49312317

Timeless excellence

@l.salisbury1253

Best ever Irish musical unit: STIFF LITTLE FINGERS!!

@NumberNile

That's a damn shame... I remember spending nights at my grandparents' house and falling asleep to Tommy Makem and the Clancy Brothers every night...

@ilikpatoez

i still do that every once in a while my granfather and his wife will sit down and play his old clancy brothers records aaallll night

@jayandirene

And now, they're all gone. That's very sad. They were great.

@feelsman7837

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

@MarkRobertCuthbert

There was Bobby McGee from the banks of the Leith.
There was Hogan from county Tyrone.
There was John D. McGirk, 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 a man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover.

@abramtaylor1

Funny little song that points out one of life's hard facts-being Irish is often a drag. I know this from personal experience.

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