《The Irish Rover》歌词

[00:00:00] The Irish Rover - The Dubliners/Ronnie Drew

[00:00:11] On the Fourth of July 1806

[00:00:14] We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork

[00:00:18] We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks

[00:00:22] For the Grand City Hall in New York

[00:00:25] 'Twas a wonderful craft

[00:00:26] She was rigged fore and aft

[00:00:28] And oh how the wild wind drove her

[00:00:32] She stood several blasts

[00:00:33] She had twenty seven masts

[00:00:35] And they called her The Irish Rover

[00:00:39] We had one million

[00:00:40] Bags of the best Sligo rags

[00:00:43] We had two million barrels of stone

[00:00:46] We had three million sides

[00:00:48] Of old blind horses hides

[00:00:49] We had four million barrels of bones

[00:00:53] We had five million hogs and six million dogs

[00:00:57] Seven million barrels of porter

[00:01:00] We had eight million bails

[00:01:01] Of old nanny goats' tails

[00:01:03] In the hold of the Irish Rover

[00:01:07] There was awl Mickey Coote

[00:01:09] Who played hard on his flute

[00:01:11] When the ladies lined up for a set

[00:01:14] He was tootin' with skill for

[00:01:16] Each sparkling quadrille

[00:01:18] Though the dancers

[00:01:19] Were fluther'd and bet

[00:01:21] With his smart witty talk

[00:01:23] He was cock of the walk

[00:01:25] And he rolled the dames under and over

[00:01:28] They all knew at a glance

[00:01:30] When he took up his stance

[00:01:31] That he sailed in The Irish Rover

[00:02:04] There was Barney McGee

[00:02:05] From the banks of the Lee

[00:02:07] There was Hogan from County Tyrone

[00:02:11] There was Johnny McGurk

[00:02:12] Who was scared stiff of work

[00:02:14] And a man from Westmeath called Malone

[00:02:18] There was Slugger O'Toole

[00:02:19] Who was drunk as a rule

[00:02:21] And fighting Bill Treacy from Dover

[00:02:24] And your man Mick MacCann

[00:02:26] From the banks of the Bann

[00:02:28] Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

[00:02:32] For a sailor it's always a bother in life

[00:02:35] It's so lonesome by night and day

[00:02:39] That he longs for the shore and

[00:02:41] A charming young whore

[00:02:42] Who will melt all his troubles away

[00:02:46] Oh the noise and the rout

[00:02:47] Swillin' poitin and stout

[00:02:49] For him soon the torment's over

[00:02:53] Of the love of a maid he is never afraid

[00:02:56] An old salt from the Irish Rover

[00:03:00] We had sailed seven years

[00:03:02] When the measles broke out

[00:03:04] And the ship lost its way in the fog

[00:03:07] And that whale of a crew

[00:03:09] Was reduced down to two

[00:03:11] Just myself and the Captain's old dog

[00:03:14] Then the ship struck a rock

[00:03:16] Oh Lord What a shock

[00:03:17] The bulkhead was turned right over

[00:03:22] Turned nine times around

[00:03:25] And the poor old dog was drowned

[00:03:31] And I'm the last of The Irish Rover