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

INTRO: [F] [A#] [F] [C] [F]

VERSE 1:
On the [F] fourth of July eighteen hundred and [A#] six
We set [F] sail from the sweet Cobh quay of [C] Cork
We were [F] sailing away with a cargo of [A#] 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 [Dm] twenty three [A#] masts
And they [F] called her the Irish [C] Ro-[F]-ver

VERSE 3:
We had [F] one million bags of the best Sligo [A#] rags
We had [F] two million barrels of [C] stones
We had [F] three million sides of old blind horses [A#] 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 [Dm] nanny goat [A#] 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 [A#] flute
And the [F] ladies lined up for a [C] set
He would [F] tootle with skill, For each sparkling quad-[A#]-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 [Dm] took up his [A#] stance
That he [F] sailed in The Irish [C] Ro-[F]-ver

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VERSE 7:
There was [F] Barney McGee from the banks of the [A#] Lee
There was [F] Hogan from County Ty-[C]-rone
There was [F] Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of [A#] 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 [Dm] banks of the [A#] Bann
Was the [F] skipper of the Irish [C] Ro-[F]-ver

VERSE 9:
We had [F] sailed seven years when the measels broke [A#] out
And our [F] ship lost it's way in the [C] fog
Then the [F] whole of the crew was reduced down to [A#] 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 [Dm] poor old dog was [A#] drowned
I'm the [F] last of the Irish [C] Ro-[F]-ver

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]