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

INTRO: [C] [F] [C] [G] [C]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]