"Dublin O'Shea" lyrics

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 company
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
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 company
You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor

I sing of an Irishman honest and plain
But what's in a name when you think of the man himself?
He was a sinner 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 company
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 with the Devil and spit in his 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 company
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 company
You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor