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 [A#m] 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 [A#m] 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 [A#m] took up his [F#] stance
That he [C#] sailed in The Irish [G#] Ro-[C#]-ver

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]

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 [A#m] 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 [A#m] poor old dog was [F#] drowned
I'm the [C#] last of the Irish [G#] Ro-[C#]-ver

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]