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