Pogues & Dubliners, The Irish Rover (1987)
Key: :[D#] (w: Traditional) (Clancy Brothers, 1962, Key: A)
INTRO: [D#] [G#] [D#] [A#] [D#]
VERSE 1:
On the
[D#] fourth of July eighteen hundred and
[G#] six
We set
[D#] sail from the sweet Cobh quay of
[A#] Cork
We were
[D#] sailing away with a cargo of
[G#] bricks
For the
[D#] grand city
[A#] hall in New
[D#] York
VERSE 2:
'Twas an
[D#] wonderful craft, she was
[A#] rigged fore and aft
And
[D#] how the wild winds
[A#] drove her
She
[D#] stood several blasts, she had
[Cm] twenty three
[G#] masts
And they
[D#] called her the Irish
[A#] Ro-
[D#]-ver
VERSE 3:
We had
[D#] one million bags of the best Sligo
[G#] rags
We had
[D#] two million barrels of
[A#] stones
We had
[D#] three million sides of old blind horses
[G#] hides
We had
[D#] four million
[A#] barrels of
[D#] bones
VERSE 4:
We had
[D#] five million hogs,
[A#] six million dogs
We had
[D#] seven million barrels of
[A#] porter
We had
[D#] eight million bales of old
[Cm] nanny goat
[G#] tails
In the
[D#] hold of the Irish
[A#] Ro-
[D#]-ver
VERSE 5:
There was
[D#] awl Mickey Coote, Who played hard on his
[G#] flute
And the
[D#] ladies lined up for a
[A#] set
He would
[D#] tootle with skill, For each sparkling quad-
[G#]-rille
Though the
[D#] dancers were
[A#] fluther'd and
[D#] bet
VERSE 6:
With his
[D#] smart witty talk, He was
[A#] cock of the walk
As he
[D#] rolled the dames under and
[A#] over
They all
[D#] knew at a glance, when he
[Cm] took up his
[G#] stance
That he
[D#] sailed in The Irish
[A#] Ro-
[D#]-ver
INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]
VERSE 7:
There was
[D#] Barney McGee from the banks of the
[G#] Lee
There was
[D#] Hogan from County Ty-
[A#]-rone
There was
[D#] Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of
[G#] work
And a
[D#] chap from West-
[A#]-meath called Ma-
[D#]-lone
VERSE 8:
There was
[D#] Slugger O'Toole who was
[A#] drunk as a rule
And
[D#] fighting Bill Tratcy from
[A#] Dover
And your
[D#] man Mick McCann from the
[Cm] banks of the
[G#] Bann
Was the
[D#] skipper of the Irish
[A#] Ro-
[D#]-ver
VERSE 9:
We had
[D#] sailed seven years when the measels broke
[G#] out
And our
[D#] ship lost it's way in the
[A#] fog
Then the
[D#] whole of the crew was reduced down to
[G#] two
Just my-
[D#]-self and the
[A#] captain's old
[D#] dog
VERSE 10:
The ship
[D#] struck a rock,
[A#] Lord what a shock
The
[D#] boat, it was flipped right
[A#] over
Turned
[D#] nine times around and the
[Cm] poor old dog was
[G#] drowned
I'm the
[D#] last of the Irish
[A#] Ro-
[D#]-ver
INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]