| I’m the son of the son of a sailor
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| And I spend all me time on the sea
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| On a tall clipper ship named the Rover
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| She’s home to me shipmates and me
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| We’ve sailed her through all kinds of weather
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| Through waves that were high as the mast
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| And she brings us back safely to Ireland
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| To her home in the port of Belfast
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| And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover
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| Likewise to the captain and crew
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| May kind Providence shine upon them
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| Whenever they’re out on the blue
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| The good ship lies ready at anchor
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| We sail with the tide in the morn
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| Across the Atlantic to Boston
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| And to Frisco around by Cape Horn
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| Farewell and adieu to you Nancy
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| I’m off to the sea for awhile
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| And you are the one I will think on
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| Till I’m back in Paddy’s green Isle
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| And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover
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| Likewise to the captain and crew
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| May kind Providence shine upon them
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| Whenever they’re out on the blue
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| We’re now in full sail on the ocean
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| With the westerly wind blowing free
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| She cuts like a knife through the water
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| She rules every wave of the sea
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| She’s the fastest tall clipper a’sailing
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| The pride of the carpentry line
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| Doing 17 knots in the voyage
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| She’ll have you back home in fine time
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| And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover
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| Likewise to the captain and crew
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| May kind Providence shine upon them
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| Whenever they’re out on the blue
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| And now we are nearing old Ireland
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| For the harbor has come into sight
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| The lassies are all on the dockside
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| There’ll be singing and dancing to night
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| We’ll be drinking strong whiskey and porter
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| Till they carry us out through the door
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| And when we have spend all our money
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| We’ll go back on the Rover once more
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| And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover
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| Likewise to the captain and crew
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| May kind Providence shine upon them
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| Whenever they’re out on the blue
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| And we’ll drink to the health of the Rover
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| Likewise to the captain and crew
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| May kind Providence shine upon them
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| Whenever they’re out on the blue |