Chorus: Have another drink, boys, well have one with me We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore And if you get too drunk, boys, in this company You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor.
He lived on the dockside near Liverpool town And he often went down, the thief and the vagabond Everyone knew him as Dublin O'Shea But some say he came from Killarney.
I sing of an Irishman honest and plain But what's in a name when you think of the man himself He was a sailor and he drank with the same, And he mastered the fine art of blarney.
He was a lay preacher and a God-fearin' man With a drink in his hand what a terrible sinner He'd drink to the Devil and spit in your eye, Then go to confession on Friday.
For ramblin' and rovin' there's none to compare, If you'd met him you'd swear that the man was a saint But if you could just see him in some foreign bar You'd swear he was the High King of Ireland.