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C HeCy! C HeCy! C
InC the CYear of our Lord, eighteen-hundred-and-Fsix
We set Csail from the cold quay of GCork
We were Csailing away with a cargo of Fbricks
For the CGrand City GHall of New CYork
We had an elegant craft, she was Grigged fore and aft
And Coh, how the wild winds Gdrove her
She had Ctwenty-seven masts, and withstood several Fblasts
And they Ccalled her The Irish GRoCver
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ThCere was CBarney McGee, from the banks of the FLee
There was CHogan from County TyGrone
There was CCharlie McGurk, who was scared stiff of Fwork
And a Cchap from WestGmeath, called MaClone
There was Slugger O'Toole, who was Gdrunk, as a rule
And CFighting Bill Tracy from GDover
And your Cman, Mick McCann, from the banks of the FBann
Was the Cskipper of the Irish GRoCver
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WeCll, we had Cfive million bags of the best Sligo Frags
We had Csix million barrels of Gstones
And we had Cseven million bales of old nanny goats Ftails
We had Ceight million Gbarrels of Cbones
We had nine million hogs, Gten million dogs
ECleven million barrels of Gporter
And we had Ctwelve million sides of old blind horses' Fhides
In the hoCld of the Irish RoCver
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WeC had Csailed seven years, when the measles broke Fout
And the Cship lost its way in a Gfog
And the Cwhole of the crew, was reduced down to Ftwo
Just meCself and the GCaptain's old Cdog
Well, the ship struck a rock, oh Glord, what a shock
The Amboat she turned right Gover
She turned Cnine times around and the poor dog was Fdrowned
I'm the Clast of The Irish GRoCver
C HeCy! C HeCy! C Hey! Hey!
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