THE IRISH ROVER | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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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

T'was 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 stone

We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides

We had four million barrels of bone

We had five million hogs, six million dogs

Seven million barrels of porter

We had eight million bails of old nanny gold tails

In the hold of the Irish Rover

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