Lyrics Of Irish Rover. Lyrics for "The Unicorn" by The Irish Rovers Irish rovers, Irish, Lyrics The band garnered international success with their lively Irish folk songs, traditional street ballads and instrumentals And we called her the Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had three million sides of old blind horses hides We had four million barrels of bones We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails
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Then the ship struck a rock Good Lord what a shock we nearly tumbled over, Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six 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 winds drove her. She'd got several.
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The Irish Rover Lyrics In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the fair Quay of Cork Chord Converter Our chord converter enables you to play this song in any key. Then the ship struck a rock Good Lord what a shock we nearly tumbled over, Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned
The Irish Rovers The Unicorn Lyrics Genius Lyrics. On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six 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 winds drove her. She'd got several. The Irish Rover Lyrics In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the fair Quay of Cork
Bouzouki GDAE The Irish rover. In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the fair Cobh of Cork We were bound far away with a cargo of bricks For the fine city hall of New York In a very fine craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her She had twenty-three masts and withstood several blasts And we called her the Irish Rover. The Irish Rover - 1243176 Lyrics: On the fourth of July, eighteen-hundred and six / We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork / We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks / For the grand City Hall.