[Craic] On this day, in 1806

[John Quinn]

The Irish Rovers certainly sang it in Canada. The Irish Rovers took their name from the song. But I was listening to this song in Folk clubs in Liverpool and I left Liverpool in 1970. It was very much part of the repertoire of the Liverpool Folk group The Spinners but also sung and recorded by many others including Dominic  Behan, The Clancy Brothers and in Noth America by Burl Ives

John Q

> On Jul 4, 2020, at 1:15 PM, Ted Schmidt <jtschmidt at bell.net> wrote:
> 
> is this an Irish rovers song?
> 
> On Jul 4, 2020, at 12:07 PM, hoary at ieee.org wrote:
> 
> On the 4th 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. It 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 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 old 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 on 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, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann
> Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
> 
> We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out and the ship 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. It Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned.
> 
> I'm the last of The Irish Rover
> 
> Marto
> 
> From: craic <craic-bounces at lists.integralshift.ca> On Behalf Of Arthur Blomme
> Sent: July 4, 2020 8:58 AM
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> Subject: [Craic] Saturday morning Craic - july 4 10:30 AM Eastern Time
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> Hi all 
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