The Irish Rover [Turkish translation]

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 fore 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 bone

We had three million bails of old nanny goats' tails

We had four million barrels of stone

We had five million dogs and six million hogs

Seven million barrels of Porter

We had eight million bails of old blind horses hides

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 tootin' 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 Tracy from Dover

And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann

Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

For a sailor it's always a bother in life

It's so lonesome by night and by day

And he longs for the shore and a pretty young whore

Who will melt all his troubles away

All the noise and the rout swillin' poteen and stout

For him soon is done and over

Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid

An old salt from the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out

And the ship had lost its way in the fog

And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two

Just myself 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

And I'm the last of The Irish Rover

• Artist:The Dubliners
• Album:Single (1987)