The Irish Rover
The PoguesVersion1
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On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas an elegant craft, rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She could stand a great blast, She had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover
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 bone
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
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
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Ty--rone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole, drunk as a rule
Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our 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 flipped right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
Im the last of the The Irish Rover
BritBoy Mac JC
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Readable chord sheet for The Irish Rover by The Pogues
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 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 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 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 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 Im the [G] last of the The [D] Irish [G] Rover BritBoy Mac JC