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1. On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
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we set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork,
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we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
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for the grand city hall in New York.
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'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft,
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and oh, how the wild wind drove her,
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she could stand a great blast, she had twenty seven masts,
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and they called her the Irish Rover.
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2. We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags,
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we had two million barrels of stones,
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we had three million sides of old blind horses hides,
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we had four million barrels of bones.
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We had five million hogs, six million dogs,
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seven million barrels of porter,
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we had eight million bales of old nanny goat tails
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in the hold of the Irish Rover.
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3. There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute,
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