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<blockquote data-quote="TheAuldGrump" data-source="post: 3228254" data-attributes="member: 6957">The ship is nearly upside down, partially encased in the iceberg that was its doom.The folk of Land's End still remember the wreck of the Gaspard, often giving content, yet wistful, sighs as they remember the ship that went down in shallow water containing 1600 gallons of whiskey is nice, solid, and well sealed barrels....The ribs of the ship are mixed with those of the vast sea creature that tried to devour it, the bones of the sailors now lost to the tides.And of course, the Irish Rover....&nbsp; &nbsp; In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,&nbsp; &nbsp; We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork&nbsp; &nbsp; We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks&nbsp; &nbsp; For the grand City Hall in New York&nbsp; &nbsp; We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft&nbsp; &nbsp; And how the trade winds drove her&nbsp; &nbsp; She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts&nbsp; &nbsp; And they called her the Irish Rover&nbsp; &nbsp; We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags&nbsp; &nbsp; We had two million barrels of stones&nbsp; &nbsp; We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides&nbsp; &nbsp; We had four million barrels of bones&nbsp; &nbsp; We had five million hogs and six million dogs&nbsp; &nbsp; And seven million barrels of porter&nbsp; &nbsp; We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails&nbsp; &nbsp; In the hold of the Irish Rover&nbsp; &nbsp; There was awl Mickey Coote&nbsp; &nbsp; Who played hard on his flute&nbsp; &nbsp; When the ladies lined up for a set&nbsp; &nbsp; He was tootin' with skill&nbsp; &nbsp; For each sparkling quadrille&nbsp; &nbsp; Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet&nbsp; &nbsp; With his smart witty talk&nbsp; &nbsp; He was <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> of the walk&nbsp; &nbsp; And he rolled the dames under and over&nbsp; &nbsp; They all knew at a glance&nbsp; &nbsp; When he took up his stance&nbsp; &nbsp; That he sailed in The Irish Rover&nbsp; &nbsp; There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee&nbsp; &nbsp; There was Hogan from County Tyrone&nbsp; &nbsp; There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work&nbsp; &nbsp; And a man from Westmeath called Malone&nbsp; &nbsp; There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule&nbsp; &nbsp; And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover&nbsp; &nbsp; And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann&nbsp; &nbsp; Was the skipper on the Irish Rover&nbsp; &nbsp; We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out&nbsp; &nbsp; And our ship lost her way in the fog&nbsp; &nbsp; And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two&nbsp; &nbsp; 'Twas meself and the captain's old dog&nbsp; &nbsp; Then the ship struck a rock; what a shock&nbsp; &nbsp; The bulkhead was turned right over&nbsp; &nbsp; We turned nine times around - then the poor old dog was drowned&nbsp; &nbsp; Now I'm the last of the Irish Rovers The Auld Grump</blockquote>

[QUOTE="TheAuldGrump, post: 3228254, member: 6957"] The ship is nearly upside down, partially encased in the iceberg that was its doom. The folk of Land's End still remember the wreck of the [i]Gaspard[/i], often giving content, yet wistful, sighs as they remember the ship that went down in shallow water containing 1600 gallons of whiskey is nice, solid, and well sealed barrels.... The ribs of the ship are mixed with those of the vast sea creature that tried to devour it, the bones of the sailors now lost to the tides. And of course, the Irish Rover.... In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six, We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand City Hall in New York We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft And how the trade winds drove her She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts And they called her the Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides We had four million barrels of bones We had five million hogs and six million dogs And seven million barrels of porter We had three million bales 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 tootin' with skill For each sparkling quadrille Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his smart witty talk He was :):):):) 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 Tracy from Dover And your man Mick 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 our ship lost her way in the fog And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two 'Twas meself and the captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock; what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over We turned nine times around - then the poor old dog was drowned Now I'm the last of the Irish Rovers The Auld Grump [/QUOTE]

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