Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

In honor of me favorite Irish restaurant, The Irish Rover, and because it’s St. Paddy’s Day, what can I do but present Paddy Noonan singing — wait for it — The Irish Rover!

And the lyrics, not quite the same as those sung, but near ‘nough:


On the Fourth of July, 1806
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 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 sides of old blind horses hides
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 bails 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 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 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 Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper 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 Lord! 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

And I’ll end with me favorite Irish blessing: May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows yer dead.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about whiskey or beer. Or both. Or, you know, potatoes.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

  1. Dan Antion

    March 17, 2017 at 10:04am

    Great post. In honor of the day, AND in response to your gentle lambasting yesterday. I have a special edition No Facilities post today.

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  2. Joey

    March 17, 2017 at 10:31pm

    Some beer, definitely Guinness.
    And yes, all the potatoes! 🙂

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      Marian Allen

      March 18, 2017 at 8:25am

      We always said our family’s idea of a seven-course meal was a potato and a six pack.

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