The Irish Rover - The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl

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 of New York We had an elegant craft She was rigged fore and aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her She had twenty seven masts And withstood several blasts And they called her 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 chap 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 of the Irish Rover We had five million bags of the best Sligo rags We had six million barrels of stones We had seven million bales of old nanny goats tails We had eight million barrels of bones We had nine million hogs Ten million dogs Eleven million barrels of porter We had twelve million sides of old blind horses hides' In the hold of the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years When the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in a fog And that whole of a crew Was reduced down to two Just myself and the Captain's old dog Well the ship struck a rock Oh Lord! what a shock The boat she turned right over She turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of The Irish Rover

On the Fourth of July, 1806 We set sail from the sweet cohb 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 oh, how the wild wind 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 bales of old nanny-goats' tails We had four million barrels of bones We had five million hogs And six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides In the hold of 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 of the Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stone We had three million bales of old nanny-goats' tails We had four million barrels of bones We had five million hogs And six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides In the hold of the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years When the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in the fog And that whale of a crew Was reduced down to two Just myself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock Oh! What a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of The Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stone We had three million bales of old nanny-goats' tails We had four million barrels of bones We had five million hogs And six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides In the hold of the Irish Rover

I've been a wild rover for many's the year And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with money in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more. Chorus: And it's no, nay, never (ride up his kilt!) No, nay, never, No more Will I play the wild rover No, never, no more! I went into an ale-house I used to frequent And I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit - She ordered me out "Such a custom as yours I can sure live without". (Chorus) Then out of my pocket I took sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She said, "I have whiskey and wines of the best And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest". (Chorus) I'll go home to my parents confess what I've done And they'll open their arms to their prodigal son And when they've embraced me as oft-times before I never will play the wild rover no more. (Chorus)

I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the chochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari and macaroni Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again There is a minstrel, there you see And he stoppeth one in three He whispers in this one's ear "Will you kindly kill a dog for me" Now he has won chochona in the bingo All the town has watched this crazy gringo As he pulls off the doll's head laughing And miraldo throws its body in the sea Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again El vienticinco de agosto Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley Pero el bebe cinquante Gin-campari Y se tendio para cerrarlos Y Costello el rey del America Y suntuosa Cait O Riordan Non rompere mes colliones Los gritos fuera de las casas Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again

In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think And we'll go where the spirits take us, to Heaven or to Hell And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From the dear old streets of King's Cross to the doors of the ICA Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammersmith's sightly shores We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the GLC And when we've done those bastards in, we'll storm the BBC Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a KMRIA Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) From a five-pound bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream We'll spew and lurch, get nicked, on the way we'll kill and maim When you haven't got a penny, boys, it's all the bloody same Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve, to the beauty that's Mill Lane Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) This town has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry We've been here for a long time and we'll be here 'til we die So we'll finish off the leavings of blood and glue and beer And burn this bloody city down in the summer of the year Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Arlington House with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores today Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye) (Yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye)

Okay, time for sayonara So long, Yankee break my heart There's nothing left for us to say now Even the best friends gotta part I walked into a nearest bar I sat and looked towards the sea I wandered drunken down the beach The waves just whispered misery She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong Flu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Som-yat-zu, som-yat-zu Som-yat-zu, som-yat-zu I got new papers in a bordello With some Luckies and my ID My heart was pounding like a hammer Thai, Thai, Thai, Thai, Thai, I am free She kissed me softly on the lips She took my hand without a sound This was our happy ever after So motherfucker kiss the ground She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong Flu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong Flu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Put me on a breeze to Katmandu