Pogues & Dubliners, The Irish Rover (1987)
^{Key: :[G] (w: Traditional) (Clancy Brothers, 1962, Key: A)}

INTRO: [G] [C] [G] [D] [G]

VERSE 1:
On the [G] fourth of July eighteen hundred and [C] six
We set [G] sail from the sweet Cobh quay of [D] Cork
We were [G] sailing away with a cargo of [C] bricks
For the [G] grand city [D] hall in New [G] York

VERSE 2:
'Twas an [G] wonderful craft, she was [D] rigged fore and aft
And [G] how the wild winds [D] drove her
She [G] stood several blasts, she had [Em] twenty three [C] masts
And they [G] called her the Irish [D] Ro-[G]-ver

VERSE 3:
We had [G] one million bags of the best Sligo [C] rags
We had [G] two million barrels of [D] stones
We had [G] three million sides of old blind horses [C] hides
We had [G] four million [D] barrels of [G] bones

VERSE 4:
We had [G] five million hogs, [D] six million dogs
We had [G] seven million barrels of [D] porter
We had [G] eight million bales of old [Em] nanny goat [C] tails
In the [G] hold of the Irish [D] Ro-[G]-ver

VERSE 5:
There was [G] awl Mickey Coote, Who played hard on his [C] flute
And the [G] ladies lined up for a [D] set
He would [G] tootle with skill, For each sparkling quad-[C]-rille
Though the [G] dancers were [D] fluther'd and [G] bet

VERSE 6:
With his [G] smart witty talk, He was [D] cock of the walk
As he [G] rolled the dames under and [D] over
They all [G] knew at a glance, when he [Em] took up his [C] stance
That he [G] sailed in The Irish [D] Ro-[G]-ver

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VERSE 7:
There was [G] Barney McGee from the banks of the [C] Lee
There was [G] Hogan from County Ty-[D]-rone
There was [G] Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of [C] work
And a [G] chap from West-[D]-meath called Ma-[G]-lone

VERSE 8:
There was [G] Slugger O'Toole who was [D] drunk as a rule
And [G] fighting Bill Tratcy from [D] Dover
And your [G] man Mick McCann from the [Em] banks of the [C] Bann
Was the [G] skipper of the Irish [D] Ro-[G]-ver

VERSE 9:
We had [G] sailed seven years when the measels broke [C] out
And our [G] ship lost it's way in the [D] fog
Then the [G] whole of the crew was reduced down to [C] two
Just my-[G]-self and the [D] captain's old [G] dog

VERSE 10:
The ship [G] struck a rock, [D] Lord what a shock
The [G] boat, it was flipped right [D] over
Turned [G] nine times around and the [Em] poor old dog was [C] drowned
I'm the [G] last of the Irish [D] Ro-[G]-ver

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]