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Lyr Add: Irish Rover (various versions) DigiTrad: THE IRISH ROVER Related threads: (origins) Origins: Irish Rover (47) Irish rover - chorus? (4) Irish Rover copyrighted? (13) Lyr Req: Illegal Cargo in the Irish Rover (3) Chords Req: Irish Rover (8) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (various versions) From: GUEST,Starship Date: 29 Feb 20 - 09:39 AM There is a take at the following link that references a Gerry O'Kane. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78Vk1MUmov0 |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (various versions) From: GUEST,Julia L Date: 28 Feb 20 - 10:12 PM Just for the record here are the lyrics sung by David Kane in Searsport ME transcribed from his 1941 recording in the Flanders collection THE IRISH ROVER David Kane of Searsport, Maine October 1941, Helen Hartness Flanders Collection In the year of our Lord fourteen hundred sixty six, We set sail from the cove of Cork; We were bound far away with a cargo of bricks, ?For the new city hall in New York. We'd a beautiful craft, she was rigged fore and aft, ?And oh dear how the trade winds they drove her; She could stand fearful blasts, She had seventeen masts And we called her the Irish Rover. There was Murphy and Flynn, and McCarthy and Gwinn There was O'Malley, O'Brien and Shay And McColley and McCoy and McKusker and Quinn O'Connell, McGuinness, O'Day There was Leary and Frye, Joyce, Mulcahey and I McClough and O'Hara and Grover And Fitzsimmons and Sly, both from near Athenry In the crew of the Irish Rover. We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, ?We had two million boxes of stones; ?We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides, ?And four million boxes of bones. We had five million hogs and six million dogs, We had seven million tons of clover ?And eight million bales of white billy goat tails, In the freight of the Irish Rover. So we sailed seven years when the measles broke out, The ship lost her way in a fog; The whole of the crew was reduced down to two, Just myself and the captain's old dog. Then we struck Plymouth rock with a terrible shock! ?And then she rolled right over She turned three times around, and we all got drowned In the wreck of the Irish Rover. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (various versions) From: Tattie Bogle Date: 10 Sep 15 - 05:23 AM J.M. Crofts - not a lot known, but possibly....? Copied from website, countysongs.ie If he was 24 in 1911, thus my fit with my grandfather having picked up the song. There are sound clips on the website for the lower songs on the list. J M Crofts I have no biography of Joseph M Crofts. The best I can find is a Joseph Mary Crofts (age 24) who was recorded in the 1911 Census as a 'delph and hardware merchant' living in Dublin at 82 Camden Street, Lower West Side. He could read and write, and was fluent in Irish and English languages. His songs include :- The Carlow Maid Lament for Patrick Pearse Sweet lovely vale of Adare Eileen McManus Wild Colonial Boy A battle hymn Galloping Hogan Irish Rover Bring me a shawl from Galway Carlow maid Chimes of Cove are pealing Eileen McManus Irish Rover Sweet lovely vale of Adare |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (various versions) From: Tattie Bogle Date: 10 Sep 15 - 05:08 AM As for how old it is, I found a hand-written copy among my grandfather's papers, along with other memorabilia from WW1. So guess it's older than some of the other quoted versions. Just 4 verses and no chorus. Some similarities in the 3rd verse with the one given by McGrath on 31.10.99. Donoghue and McHugh came from Red Waterloo And O'Neill and McPhail from the Rhine, There was Ludd and McSpudd from the Land of tge Flood, Mick Malone, Mike McGlone and O'Brien, There was Mick McIntee and a big Portuguee And Michael O'Dowd from Dover, And a man from Turkestan by the name of Pat McCann Was the skipper of The Irish Rover. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (various versions) From: GUEST,Chris Jordan Date: 09 Sep 15 - 06:38 PM Attributed to J M Crofts. Who was he When did he live? |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (various versions) From: Bernard Date: 12 Mar 05 - 08:14 PM Another chorus I've known for thirty-odd years is shorter: Fare thee well, my bonny little girl, I must sail away, Fare thee well, my bonny little girl, I must sail away. Is that the version the Pogues used? The tune for that chorus doesn't appear to be derived from the remainder of the song. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (various versions) From: akenaton Date: 12 Mar 05 - 05:55 PM Joe..I notice on the other thread you mention a song called "Katey of Lochgoil". I,m interested to get the words for this ,as I live not far from Lochgoil and havn't heard the song. Any ideas??...Ake
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Subject: Add Version: Irish Rover (Clancy version) From: Joe Offer Date: 12 Mar 05 - 05:43 PM Since we've been discussion the origins of this song, perhaps we ought to post the Clancy-Makem version. It's certainly not the original source, but I'll betcha it's where we all learned it. -Joe Offer-
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish Rover (extra verse) From: Leadfingers Date: 13 Sep 04 - 04:56 PM Thanks for all the info - That IS what I was looking for - Only looked at one set of Lyrics in the D T , fool that I am !! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish Rover (extra verse) From: ossonflags Date: 13 Sep 04 - 02:24 PM That is the verse I know and sing. Changed it slightly to; "There was old mickey coote who played hard on his flute" makes it a little easier to sing. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish Rover (extra verse) From: ced2 Date: 13 Sep 04 - 09:29 AM Something along these lines? There was old Micky Coote, who played upon his flute, when the ladies lined up for a set, He tootled with skill, for each sparkling quadrill, till the dancers were flutered 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 on the Irish Rover. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish Rover (extra verse) From: GUEST Date: 12 Sep 04 - 01:35 PM Those lyrics can be found in above "different version" |
Subject: Lyr Req: Irish Rover (extra verse) From: Leadfingers Date: 12 Sep 04 - 07:55 AM Heard someone sing The Irish Rover with an extra verse which (I think) started with someone who played the flute . As a whistle player this would interest me to add to ny version . Any one got any idea ? Or is this an extra verse that some clever folkie has added ! I await results , so dont let me down catters . |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE IRISH ROVER (J M Crofts) From: GUEST,Philippa Date: 06 Mar 03 - 08:29 AM similar, but with a chorus THE IRISH ROVER J M Crofts On the fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six, We set sail from the sweet cove [Cobh?] 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 fore and aft, And how the wild wind drove her. She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts, and we called her the 'Irish Rover'. chorus So fare thee well, my own true love, I'm going far from you, And I will swear by the stars above Forever I'll be true to you, Tho' as I part, it breaks my heart, Yet when the trip is over I'll come back again in true Irish style Aboard 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 ould blind horses hides, We had four million barrels of bone, We have [sic] five million hogs, we had six million dogs, We had seven million barrels of porter, We had eight million bales of ould nanny goats tails On board the Irish Rover. chorus ....[after each verse] There was ould Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute When the ladies 'lined up' for a 'set', He would tootle with skill for each sparkling quadrille, Till the dancers were fluthered and bet, With his smart witty tallk he was 'cock o' the walk', As he rowled the dames under and over, When he took up his stance they all knew at a glance, That he sailed the 'Irish Rover'. There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone And Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work And a chap from Westmeath named Malone, There was 'Slugger' O'Toole who was drunk as a rule, And fighting Bill tracy from Dover: There was Dolan from Clare, just as strong as a bear All on board the 'Irish Rover'. For a sailor it's always a botherin' life - It's so lonesome by night and by day - That he longs for the shore, and a charming young wife Who will melt all his troubles awya. All the noise and the rout, swillin' poteen and stout For him soon is done and over, Of the love of a maid he is never afraid, that ould salt from the 'Irish Rover'. We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out, Our ship lost its way in the fog. Then the 'whale' of a crwe were reduced down to two, Myself and the captain's ould dog. The ship struck a rock, O Lord, what a shock, The boat was turned right over, Whirled nine times around, then the ould dog was drowned, I'm the last of the 'Irish Rover'. I'm 'the last of the barons', those 'buckos' so tough, An ould salt who has weathered the storm: Be the breezes asleep, or the sea wild and rough, We were always in top-fighting form! Oh 'tis we were the boys, who had tasted life's joys, On shore we were all in clover: For all women and wine, so buxom and fine, Loved the lads of the 'Irish Rover'. The Irish Rover A Selection of Irish Songs and Ballads Dublin: Walton's Musical Instrument Galleries (Publications Dept), 1966 I don't know whether J M Crofts wrote the original "Irish Rover" or if this is his adaptation. (There are a couple of songs attributed to Delia Murphy in this publication which I believe are her adaptations of traditional songs). The book also credits J M Crofts with authorship of Noreen Bawn, and Eileen McManus, and gives his adaption of The Wild Colonial Boy. |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE IRISH ROVER From: AKS Date: 16 Dec 99 - 04:32 AM Hai! This does not answer your question, ch-th, but I'll give this anyway: A friend of mine has 'Walton Songs, Book 5: The Irish Rover, A Ballad Miscellany (1966)' which prints this version of the IR by J. M. Crofts (most of it already is either in the DT or in the threads, some lines are in different order and the last verse is 'extra' and the verse about 'Donoghue and MacHugh...' is missing): THE IRISH ROVER On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six, 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 fore and aft, And how the wild wind drove her! She stood several blasts. she had twenty-seven masts And we called her the Irish Rover. CHORUS: So fare thee well, my own true love. I'm going far from you; And I will swear by the stars above, Forever I'll be true to you. Though as I part, it breaks my heart, Yet when the trip is over, I'll come back again in true Irish style, Aboard the Irish Rover. We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags. We had two millions barrels of stone. We had three million sides of old blind horse's hides. We had four million barrels of bone. We had five million hogs and six million dogs. We had seven million barrels of porter. We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails On board the Irish Rover. CHORUS There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for a set. He would tootle with skill for each sparkling quadrille 'Til the dancers were fluthered and bet. With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk As he rowled the dames under and over. When he took up his stance, they all knew at a glance That he sailed the Irish Rover. CHORUS There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee. There was Hogan from County Tyrone; And Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work And a chap from Westmeath named Malone. There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule, And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover. There was Dolan from Clare, just as strong as a bear, All on board the Irish Rover. CHORUS For the sailor, it's always a botherin' life. It's so lonesome by night and by day, That he longs for the shore and a charming young wife Who will melt all his troubles away. All the noise and rout swillin' poteen and stout, For him soon is done and over. Of the love of a maid he is never afraid, That old salt from the Irish Rover. CHORUS We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And our ship lost its way in the fog. Then the whole of the crew were reduced down to two: Myself and the captain's old dog. The ship struck a rock. O Lord, what a shock! The boat was turned right over, Whirled nine times around, then the poor old dog was drowned. I'm the last of the Irish Rover. CHORUS I'm the last of the barons, those buckos so tough, An old salt who has weathered the storm. Be the breezes asleep or the sea wild and rough, We were always in top fighting form. Oh, 'tis we were the boys who had tasted life's joys. On shore we were all in clover; For all women and wine so buxom and fine Loved the lads of the Irish Rover. CHORUS Now, please someone trace back J M Crofts? Greetings aks, joensuu, Finland
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Subject: The Irish Rover From: charcloth Date: 11 Dec 99 - 02:43 PM Does anyone know when "The Irish Rover" was written, now don't somebody say " In the year of our Lord 1800 & 6" I moved this message here from another thread on the same topic. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (different Version) From: MudGuard Date: 01 Nov 99 - 08:48 AM Mbo, you're right! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (different Version) From: McGrath of Harlow Date: 31 Oct 99 - 02:30 PM There's a very different version of the fourth verse in James N. Healy's Second Book of Irish Ballads, (published by Mercier Press in 1962), celebrating the Irish Diaspora. Donaghue and MacHugh came from Red Waterloo And O'Neill and Mac Flail from the Rhine There was Ludd and Mc Gludd from the land of the flood Pat Malone, Mike McGowan and O'Brien Bould MacGee, MacEntee and big Neill from Tigree And Michael O'Dwyer from Dover And a man from Turkestan sure his name was Kid MacCann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Irish Rover (different Version) From: Mbo Date: 31 Oct 99 - 12:01 PM These are the lyrics to the great Dubliners/Pogues Irish traditional-punk collaboration version! --Mbo |
Subject: Irish Rover (different Version) From: MudGuard Date: 31 Oct 99 - 02:47 AM I found a different version of lyrics to this song than the ones in the database. Most notable differences: 1s verse 1st line, 4th verse, 10th and 11th line 5th verse (not found in database at all) Mudguard Irish RoverOn the fourth of July eighteenhundred and six,We set sail from the sweet Cobh 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 'fore and aft, And now how the wild winds 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, 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 old Mickey Coote Who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for the set. He was tootlin' with skill For each sparkling quadrille For the dancers were fluthered and bet With his smart witty talk He was cock of the walk And he rolled the dames under and over They all knew how to dance 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. For a sailor it's always a bother of live It's so lonesome by night and by day. That he longs for the shore And a charming young whore Who will melt all his troubles away. All the noise and the rout Stew and poteen and stout For him soon it's done and over Of the lord of a maid He is never afraid An old soul of the Irish Rover. We had sailed seven years, When the measles broke out And our ship lost its way in the fog, And the whale of the crew Was reduced down to two. Just myself and the captain's old dog, Then the ship struck a rock, Oh Lord what a shock, The bow it was turned right over, Turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned, I'm the last of the Irish Rover. |
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