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The Irish Rover by Pogues
The Irish Rover
[Verse 1]
A D
On the Fourth of July, 1806
A D
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
A D
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
A E A
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
E
She was rigged fore and aft
A E
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
A
She stood several blasts
D
She had twenty seven masts
A E D A
And they called her The Irish Rover
[Verse 2]
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
[Verse 3]
There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
[Verse 4]
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
[Verse 5]
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
And the las of The Irish Rover
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version 2
[Verse 1]
On the [G] Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and [C] six
We set [G] sail from the sweet cove of [D] Cork
We were [G] sailing away with a cargo of [C] bricks
For the [G] Grand City [D] Hall in New [G] York
'Twas an [G] elegant craft, [D] rigged fore and aft
And oh, [G] how the wild wind [C] drove her
She could [G] stand a great blast, She had [Em] twenty seven [C] masts
And they [G] called her The [D] Irish [G] Rover
[Verse 2]
We had [G] one million bags of the best Sligo [C] rags
We had [G] two million barrels of [D] stone
We had [G] three million sides of old blind horses [C] hides
We had [G] four million [D] barrels of [G] bone
We had [G] five million hogs, And [D] six million dogs
[G] Seven million barrels of [D] porter
We had [G] eight million bails of old [Em] nanny-goats' [C] tails
In the [G] hold of the [D] Irish [G] Rover
[Verse 3]
There was [G] awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his [C] flute
When the [G] ladies lined up for a [D] set
He was [G] tootin' with skill for each sparkling [C] quadrille
Though the [G] dancers were [D] fluther'd and [G] bet
With his [G] smart witty talk he was [D] cock of the walk
And he [G] rolled the dames under and [D] over
They all [G] knew at a glance when he [Em] took up his [C] stance
That he [G] sailed in The [D] Irish [G] Rover
[Verse 4]
There was [G] Barney McGee from the banks of the [C] Lee
There was [G] Hogan from County Ty-[D]-rone
There was [G] Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of [C] work
And a [G] chap from West[D]meath called [G] Malone
There was [G] Slugger O'Toole, [D] drunk as a rule
[G] Fighting Bill Treacy from [D] Dover
And your [G] man, Mick MacCann from the [Em] banks of the [C] Bann
Was the [G] skipper of the [D] Irish [G] Rover
[Verse 5]
We had [G] sailed seven years when the measles broke [C] out
And our [G] ship lost its way in the [D] fog
And that [G] whale of a crew was reduced down to [C] two
Just [G] myself and the [D] Captain's old [G] dog
Then the [G] ship struck a rock, oh [D] Lord! what a shock
The [G] boat it flipped right [D] over
Turned [G] nine times around, and the [Em] poor old dog was [C] drowned
I’m the [G] last of the The [D] Irish [G] Rover
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version 3
[Verse 1]
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On the fourth.......................of cork
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we were sailing................new york
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Twas a..............aft. And how..........her
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She stood several.................Irish Rover
[Verse 2]
G C G
On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
D
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
G C G
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
D G
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
D
She was rigged fore and aft
G D
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
G
She stood several blasts
C G
She had twenty seven masts
D G
And they called her The Irish Rover
(G'day...not too sure about that C chord, have a good one)
[Verse 3 - Ronnie Drew/Dubliners]
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
[Verse 4 - Shane McGowan/ The Pogues]
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
[Verse 5 - Ronnie Drew/Dubliners]
For a sailor it's always a bother of life
So lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore
And a charming young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
All the noise and the rout
Filled with poitin and stout
For him soon it's done and over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
An old salt from the Irish Rover
[Verse 6 - Shane McGowan & Ronnie Drew]
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock
The boat it was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
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