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

INTRO: [A#] [D#] [A#] [F] [A#]

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

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

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

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

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

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

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]

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

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

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

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

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]