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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