Saturday, March 17, 2007

On St Patrick's Day. The Irish Rover

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 blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.

from the shanemacgowan site
http://www.shanemacgowan.com/lyrics/irishrover.shtml

Last St Pat's Post [and links to previous]
http://moontravellerherald.blogspot.com/2006/03/bottle-of-smoke-excerpt-by-shane.html

Poques in Boston Mar 15, 2006 reviewed
http://moontravellerherald.blogspot.com/2006/03/pogues-orpheum-boston-mar-15-2006.html

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