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

INTRO: [B] [E] [B] [F#] [B]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]