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In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,
We set sail from the fair Cobh of Cork;
We were bound far away with a cargo of bricks,
For the fine city hall of New York.
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away.
In a very fine craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft,
And oh, how the wild winds drove her;
She had twenty-three masts and withstood several blasts,
And we called her the Irish Rover.
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away.
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone;
And a chap called McGurk who was scared stiff of work,
And a chap from West Meade called Mellone.
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away.
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule,
And fighting Bill Casey from Dover;
There was Dooley from Claire who was strong as a bear,
And was skipper of the Irish Rover.
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away.
We had one million bales of old billy goats' tails,
We had two million buckets of stones;
We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides,
We had four million packets of bones.
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away.
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,
And seven million barrels of porter;
We had eight million bags of the best Sligo rags,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away.
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 unto two,
'Twas myself and the captain's old dog.
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away.
Then the ship struck a rock with a terrible shock,
And then she heeled right over;
Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned...
I'm the last of the Irish Rover.
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away.
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In the [G] year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and [C] six,
We set [G] sail from the fair Cobh of [D] Cork;
We were [G] bound far away with a cargo of [C] bricks,
For the [G] fine city [D] hall of New [G] York.
[G] Fare thee well, my [C] pretty little [G] girl, I must sail [D] away,
[G] Fare thee well, my [C] pretty little [G] girl, I must [D] sail [G] away.
In a very fine craft, she was [D] rigged fore-and-aft,
And [G] oh, how the wild winds [C] drove her;
She had [G] twenty-three masts and withstood several [C] blasts,
And we [G] called her the Irish [D] Rover.[G]
