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[Verse 1] G C On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six G D We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork G C We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks G D G For the Grand City Hall in New York G '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 Em C She had twenty seven masts G D G And they called her The Irish Rover [Verse 2] G C We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags G D We had two million barrels of stone G C We had three million sides of old blind horses hides G D G We had four million barrels of bones G We had five million hogs D And six million dogs G D Seven million barrels of porter G Em C We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails G D G In the hold of the Irish Rover [Verse 3] G There was awl Mickey Coote C Who played hard on his flute G D When the ladies lined up for a set G He was tootin' with skill C For each sparkling quadrille G D G Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet G With his smart witty talk D He was cock of the walk G D And he rolled the dames under and over G They all knew at a glance Em C When he took up his stance G D G That he sailed in The Irish Rover [Verse 4] G There was Barney McGee C From the banks of the Lee G D There was Hogan from County Tyrone G There was Johnny McGirr C Who was scared stiff of work G D G And a man from Westmeath called Malone G There was Slugger O'Toole D Who was drunk as a rule G D And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover G And your man, Mick MacCann Em C From the banks of the Bann G D G Was the skipper of the Irish Rover [Verse 5] G C For a sailor it's always a bother in life G D It's so lonesome by night and day G That he longs for the shore C And a charming young whore G D G Who will melt all his troubles away G Oh, the noise and the rout D Swillin' poitin and stout G D For him soon the torment's over G Of the love of a maid Em C He is never afraid G D G An old salt from the Irish Rover [Verse 6] G We had sailed seven years C When the measles broke out G D And the ship lost its way in the fog G And that whale of a crew C Was reduced down to two G D G Just myself and the Captain's old dog G Then the ship struck a rock D Oh Lord what a shock G D The bulkhead was turned right over G Turned nine times around Em C And the poor old dog was drowned G D G I'm the last of The Irish Rover