The Good Ship Rover - The Irish Rovers

I’m the son of the son of a sailor

And I spend all me time on the sea

On a tall clipper ship named the Rover

She’s home to me shipmates and me

We’ve sailed her through all kinds of weather

Through waves that were high as the mast

And she brings us back safely to Ireland

To her home in the port of Belfast

And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover

Likewise to the captain and crew

May kind Providence shine upon them

Whenever they’re out on the blue

The good ship lies ready at anchor

We sail with the tide in the morn

Across the Atlantic to Boston

And to Frisco around by Cape Horn

Farewell and adieu to you Nancy

I’m off to the sea for awhile

And you are the one I will think on

Till I’m back in Paddy’s green Isle

And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover

Likewise to the captain and crew

May kind Providence shine upon them

Whenever they’re out on the blue

We’re now in full sail on the ocean

With the westerly wind blowing free

She cuts like a knife through the water

She rules every wave of the sea

She’s the fastest tall clipper a’sailing

The pride of the carpentry line

Doing 17 knots in the voyage

She’ll have you back home in fine time

And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover

Likewise to the captain and crew

May kind Providence shine upon them

Whenever they’re out on the blue

And now we are nearing old Ireland

For the harbor has come into sight

The lassies are all on the dockside

There’ll be singing and dancing to night

We’ll be drinking strong whiskey and porter

Till they carry us out through the door

And when we have spend all our money

We’ll go back on the Rover once more

And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover

Likewise to the captain and crew

May kind Providence shine upon them

Whenever they’re out on the blue

And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover

Likewise to the captain and crew

May kind Providence shine upon them

Whenever they’re out on the blue