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Irish Rover
In the año of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the fair hold at Cork
We were bound far away with a cargo of bricks
For the fine city hall of New York
And our very fine craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She had twenty-three masts and withstood several blasts,
And we called her the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of...
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