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