The Irish Rover
On the Fourth of July 1806
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 for 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 bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When 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
And 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 Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mike McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's a bother of life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
When he longs for the shore and a charming young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
All the noise and the rout swillin' poitin and stout
For him soon is done and over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
That ould salt from the Irish rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just meself 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
O Pirata Irlandês
No dia quatro de julho de 1806
Zarpamos da doce enseada de Cork
Estávamos velejando com uma carga de tijolos
Para a grande prefeitura em Nova York
Era uma embarcação maravilhosa, equipada de proa a popa
E, nossa, como o vento forte a impulsionava
Ela resistiu a várias rajadas, tinha vinte e sete mastros
E a chamavam de O Pirata Irlandês
Tínhamos um milhão de sacos dos melhores trapos de Sligo
Tínhamos dois milhões de barris de pedras
Tínhamos três milhões de couros de velhos cavalos cegos
Tínhamos quatro milhões de barris de ossos
Tínhamos cinco milhões de porcos e seis milhões de cães
Sete milhões de barris de cerveja porter
Tínhamos oito milhões de fardos de rabos de velhas cabras
No porão do Pirata Irlandês
Havia o velho Mickey Coote, que tocava sua flauta com entusiasmo
Quando as damas se alinhavam para dançar
Ele soprava com habilidade para cada animada quadrilha
Embora os dançarinos estivessem bastante embriagados e alterados
Com sua conversa esperta e espirituosa, ele era o galo do pedaço
E fazia as damas girarem para lá e para cá
Todos percebiam num relance, assim que ele assumia sua pose
Que ele navegava no Pirata Irlandês
Havia Barney McGee, das margens do rio Lee
Havia Hogan, do condado de Tyrone
Havia Johnny McGurk, que tinha muito medo do trabalho
E um homem de Westmeath chamado Malone
Havia Slugger O'Toole, que normalmente estava bêbado
E Bill Treacy, o brigão, vindo de Dover
E aquele sujeito, Mike McCann, das margens do rio Bann
Era o capitão do Pirata Irlandês
Para um marinheiro, a vida é uma luta
É tão solitário passar as noites e os dias
Quando ele anseia por terra firme e por uma jovem prostituta encantadora
Que faça desaparecer todas as suas preocupações
Toda a barulheira e a confusão, bebendo poitín e cerveja stout
Para ele, logo chegam ao fim
Ele nunca tem medo do amor de uma donzela
Aquele velho lobo do mar, do Pirata Irlandês
Havíamos navegado sete anos quando surgiu um surto de sarampo
E o navio se perdeu no nevoeiro
E aquela tripulação gigantesca ficou reduzida a dois
Apenas eu mesmo e o velho cão do capitão
Então o navio bateu numa rocha, meu Deus! Que susto!
A antepara virou completamente
Deu nove voltas e o pobre cão velho se afogou
Eu sou o último sobrevivente do Pirata Irlandês