The Good Ship Rover by Irish Rovers
I'm the son of a 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
my 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
her Captain and Crew.
May kind Providence shine upon them whenever they're
out on the Blue.
The goodship lies ready at anchor. We sail with the
tide in the morn.
Across the Atlantic to Boston and to Frisco around by
Cape Horn.
Fairwell and adieu to you Nancy! I'm off to the sea for
awhile.
But you are the one I will think on til I'm back on
Paddy's Green Isle.
And we'll drink to the health of the Rover. Likewise to
her 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 blowin' free.
She cuts like a knife through the water, she rules
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