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Something you should know about The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) Lyrics Title: Pogues - The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) lyrics Artist: Pogues Lyrics Visitors: 475 visitors have hited The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) Lyrics since May 27, 2008. On the Fourth of July, 1806 We set sail from the sweet cohb 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 She had 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 bales of old nanny-goats' 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 was tootlin' 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 it's always a bother in life It's so lonesome by night and 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' poitin 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 I'm the last of The Irish Rover Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Maybe you are looking for: Pogues - The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) Lyrics for mp3 Pogues - The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) Lyric Pogues - The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) Letras Pogues - The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) Songtexte Pogues - The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) Lyrique Pogues - The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) Testo Pogues - The Irish Rover (With The Dubliners) Referencias Tips to look for free audio clips (Don't use those tips to download illegally. To buy music is always the best way to support your idols) |
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