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Firkin

Firkin is a Hungarian folk punk band known for their energetic and innovative fusion of traditional Celtic music with rock and punk elements. They incorporate bagpipes, fiddle, and flute into their music, creating a unique and dynamic sound. Firkin is recognized for their lively performances and catchy original songs, as well as their reinterpretations of classic folk tunes. more »

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On the Fourth of July, 1806 
 We sailed out 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 
 As she faced the sea draught 
 And oh, how the wild wind drove her 
 She stood several blasts 
 She had twenty seven masts 
 And we called her The Irish Rover 
  
 We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags 
 We had two million barrels of stones 
 We had three million sides of old blind horses hides' 
 We had four million barrels of bones 
 We had five million hogs 
 six million dogs 
 Seven million barrels of porter 
 We had eight million bails of old nanny goat’s tails 
 In the hold of the Irish Rover 
  
 There was awl Mickey Coote 
 Who played hard on his flute 
 And the dancers lined up for his set 
 He was tooting with skill 
 For each sparkling quadrille 
 Though the ladies were fluther'd and bet 
 With his smart witty talk 
 He was cock of the walk 
 As he rolled the dames under and over 
 We 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 Tracy from Dover 
 And your man, Mick McCann 
 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 a 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 (1,2,3!) 
 I'm the last of The Irish Rover

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