"The Irish Rover", Celtic Aire, United States Air Force Band, 2014
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
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*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
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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*