The Irish Rover

Cân werin Wyddelig Saesneg yw **"The Irish Rover"**. Mae teitl y gân yn cyfeirio at long fawr sydd yn teithio o Iwerddon i Efrog Newydd ond nad yw'n cyrraedd. Mae wedi'i chanu gan nifer o wahanol gerddorion a bandiau.

## Geiriau gwreiddiol
:*In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,*
:*We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork*
:*We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks*
:*For the grand City Hall in New York*
:''We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft*
:*And how the trade winds drove her*
:*She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts*
:*And they called her 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 on 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 and six million dogs*
:*And seven million barrels of porter*
:*We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails*
:*In the hold of the Irish Rover*

:*We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out*
:*And our ship lost her way in the fog*
:*And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two*
:* 'Twas meself and the captain's old dog*
:*Then the ship struck a rock; oh Lord what a shock*
:*The bulkhead was turned right over*
:*We turned nine times around - then the poor old dog was drowned*
:*Now I'm the last of the Irish Rover*

## Amrywiadau
Yn y fersiwn a ganwyd gan The Irish Rovers, y pennill olaf yw:

:*...And the crew left alive were reduced down to five*
:*Just ourselves and the captain's old dog*
:*Then the ship struck a rock; oh, Lord, what a shock*
:*We nearly tumbled over*
:*Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned*
:*We're the last of the Irish Rover*

Mae trydydd linell y pennill cyntaf hefyd yn wahanol:

:*Down below in the hold was a cargo of bricks''

Dyma'r pennill cyntaf yn fersiwn Bounding Main:

:*In the year of our Lord fifteen hundred and six*
:*We set sail from the cold bay of Cork*
:*We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks*
:*For that grand city hall down in York*
:*An elegant craft she was rigged fore and aft*
:*And how the trade winds drove her*
:*She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts*
:*And they called her the Irish Rover*

Yn y fersiwn a ganwyd gan The Pogues a The Dubliners, mae dau bennill ychwanegol:

:*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*

:*For a sailor it's always a bother in life*
:*It's so lonesome by night and day*
:*That he longs for the shore*
:*And a charming young whore
:*Who will melt all his troubles away*
:*Oh, the noise and the rout*
:''Swillin' poitin and stout*
:*For him soon the torment's over*
:*Of the love of a maid*
:*He is never afraid*
:*An old salt from the Irish Rover*

Mae yna hefyd amrywiad yn y llinell olaf ond un ym mhennill cyntaf y fersiwn hwn:

:*She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts*

ac hefyd yn y llinell gyntaf:

:*On the Fourth of July, Eighteen Hundred and Six''

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