"Dublin O'Shea" lyrics - THE IRISH ROVERS

Have another drink, boys, well have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this companyy
You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor.

He lived on the dockside near Liverpool town
And he always went down, to the thief and the vagabond
Everyone knew him as Dublin O'Shea
But some say he came from Killarney.

Have another drink, boys, well have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this companyy
You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor.

I sing of an Irishman honest and plain
But what's in the name when you think of the man himself
He was a sailor and he drank with the same,
And he mastered the fine art of blarney.

Have another drink, boys, well have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this companyy
You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor.

He was a lay preacher and a God-fearin' man
With a drink in his hand what a terrible sinner
He'd drink to the Devil and spit in your eye,
Then go to confession on Friday.

Have another drink, boys, well have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this companyy
You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor.

For ramblin' and rovin' there's none to compare,
If you'd met him you'd swear that the man was a saint
But if you could just see him in some foreign bar
You'd swear he was the High King of Ireland.

Have another drink, boys, well have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this companyy
You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor.