Lyrics:
one Irish Rover
I can tell by the light in your eye
That you're so far away
Like a ship out on the sea
Without a sail, you've gone astray
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor its' always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by
When
call The Blarny Stone
Now he's just sung in his mother tongue, "The Ancient Irish Curse"
And cleared the pub completely by the forty-second verse!
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
Well we had Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
We had Hogan from
red rover
You run through all my thoughts, so I keep overthinking
Just to get a glimpse of you after you're leaving
I don't wanna rush our time but by
of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor its' always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore
eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
Well we had Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
We had Hogan from County
Jumping in my Rover, I'm coming over
Jumping in my Rover, I'm coming over
Hit you at 8 then you better be awake by 9
Alright, if I say I'm
Generally made fun of by other ethnic
Groups now I happen to feel
That the Irish people in this country
Have gotten a "bum rap
" to use a common expression
You read the mail in your bed
Like your daily bread
And you can't get over the culture clash
They come here overnight
They get a job on site
They
Who you think you are?
In North America
Come to be a star
Made it this far
You fucking
Jamaican-lunged
Irish-livered
British-invading
In eleven sixty-seven
They came to Ireland on the make
They were followed by invasions and
By conquests in their wake
The kings and queens of England
tonight
Celebrations worldwide over by every Irish rover
Singing song's about their native soil
I've worked in many places and mixed with many races
But I'd
and wrong spouse
Clean your clock real quick
Throw you in the Jeep and then we Zipp
Now you 6 feet deep deep in the sticks
Getting eaten up by worms and ticks
stairway to heaven
'Cause at the end most men would fall
To her knees, the boys would plead
Come take me by the hand
Let's dance a jig to this good old Irish
fought by William
James and foreign hoards
You'll never beat the Irish
No matter what you do
You can put us down and keep us out
But we'll come back again
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
To England while the Irish people starved
And then, in the middle of all this
They gave us money not to teach our children Irish
And so we lost our history
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
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