Traditional Songs

The Irish Rover (tradução)

Traditional Songs


O Irish Rover


No quarto de julho 1806 partimos da enseada doce de Cork

Estávamos navegando afastado com uma carga de tijolos para a grande cidade de Hall, em Nova Iorque

'twas um ofício maravilhoso, ela foi fraudada para e ré e oh, como o vento selvagem levou

Ela ficou várias explosões, ela tinha vinte e sete mastros e chamaram-lhe o Irish Rover


Tivemos um milhão de sacos de melhores trapos de Sligo, tivemos dois milhões de barris de pedra

Tivemos três milhões de lados de velhos cavalos cegos esconde, nós tivemos quatro milhões de barris de ossos

tínhamos cinco milhões de porcos, e seis milhões de cães, sete milhões de barris de porteiro

Tivemos oito milhões de fardos de caudas dos velhos babá-cabras no porão do Irish Rover


Houve furador Mickey Coote que jogou duro com sua flauta, quando as senhoras alinhadas para um conjunto

Ele era tootlin 'com habilidade para cada quadrilha espumante, embora os dançarinos foram fluther'd e aposta

Com seu discurso espirituoso inteligente, ele era galo da caminhada e ele rolou os dames sob e sobre

Todos sabiam de relance quando ele assumiu sua posição de que ele navegou no Irish Rover


Houve Barney McGee das margens do Lee, houve Hogan de County Tyrone

Houve Johnny McGurk que estava morrendo de medo de trabalho e um homem de Westmeath chamado Malone

Houve Slugger O'Toole que estava bêbado como regra e Combate Bill Treacy de Dover

E o seu homem, Mike McCann das margens do o Bann foi o capitão na Rover Irish


Nós tínhamos navegado sete anos, quando o sarampo eclodiu eo navio perdeu seu caminho na

nevoeiro E isso baleia de uma tripulação estava reduzido a dois, apenas meself e velho cão do capitão

Em seguida, o navio atingiu uma rocha, Oh Senhor! o que é um choque, a antepara foi transformado direito sobre

torneadas nove vezes ao redor e os pobres velho cão foi afogado eo último do Irish Rover

The Irish Rover


On the Fourth 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

'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for 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 awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute when the ladies lined up for a set

He was tootlin' 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 in 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, Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann was the skipper on the Irish Rover


We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out and the ship lost it's way in the fog

And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two, just meself and the Captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock, Oh Lord! what a shock, the bulkhead was turned right over

Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned and the last of the Irish Rover

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