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

INTRO: [F#] [B] [F#] [C#] [F#]

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

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

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

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

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

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

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]

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

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

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

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

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]