Irish Rover - Anonymous

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◈ Genre / Form → Folksongs

♯ Key C major

⁄ Time Signature 4/4

♬ Voicing → SA

◆ Difficulty

Intermediate

↕ Range G2 – E5

¶ Language → English

Measures 69

Texture Homophonic

Parts 2

Instruments SA

Pages 4

CPDL # 62492

Editor Christopher Hoyt

Posted 2021-01-24

License CPDL License

♫Pitch Ranges

MusicXML Part

G2 – D4

¶Lyrics / Text

In the year of our Lord eighteen-hundred and six, We set sail from the cold bay of Cork. We were sailin' away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall of New York. We'd an elegant craft. She was rigged fore and aft, And oh! how the wild winds drove her. She had twenty seven masts, And withstood sev'ral blasts, And they called her the Irish Rover. There was Barney McGee From the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone, There was Charlie McGurk, who was scared stiff of work, And a chap 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 McGann from the banks of the Bann was the skipper of the Irish Rover. Well, we had five million bags of the best Sligo rags, We had six million barrels of stones, And we had seven million bales of old nanny goats' tails, We had eight million barrels of bones. We had nine million hogs, Ten million dogs, Eleven million barrels of porter, And we had twelve 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 the ship lost her way in a fog. And the whole of the crew Was reduced down to two: just meself and the captain's old dog. Well, the ship struck a rock. Lord, what a shock! The boat, she turned right over. She turned nine nine times around, And the poor old dog was drowned, And I'm the last of the Irish Rover.

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