Maybe someday, I'll go back again to Ireland And my dear old wife would only pass away She nearly has my heart broke with her naggin' She's got a mouth
The winter now is here and the years steal so swift away Just like a thief in the night who comes but to flee The berries are full bright and the small
Since first I saw the love light in your eyes I dreamt the world held not but joy for me And even though we've drifted far apart I never dreamed but what
The water's wide, I can't swim o'er And nor have I the wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I Now love is
nine times around and the poor dog was drowned I'm the last, I'm the last, I'm the last of the Irish Rover I'm the last of the Irish Rover
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee Sounds of the rude world heard in the day Lulled by the moonlight have all
I hear a bird, a little Derry bird It well may be it's bringing me a cheering word I feel a breeze, a River Shannon breeze It well may be it's followed
