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"Irish Rover" - as played by The Dubliners and The Pogues [Intro] G C D G [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 D ‘Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft G D And oh, how the wild wind drove her G C She stood several blasts, she had twenty seven masts 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 horse’s hides G D G We had four million barrels of bones G D We had five million hogs, and six million dogs G D Seven million barrels of porter G C We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats’ tails G D G In the hold of the Irish Rover [Verse 3] G C There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute G D When the ladies lined up for a set G C He was tootin’ with skill for each sparkling quadrille G D G Though the dancers were fluther’d and bet G D With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk G D And he rolled the dames under and over G C They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance G D G That he sailed in The Irish Rover [Instrumental verse] [Verse 4] G C There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee G D There was Hogan from County Tyrone G C There was Johnny McGirr, who was scared stiff of work G D G And a man from Westmeath called Malone G D There was Slugger O’Toole, who was drunk as a rule G D And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover G C And your man, Mick MacCann, 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 by day G C That he longs for the shore, and a charming young whore G D G Who will melt all his troubles away G D Oh, the noise and the rout, swillin’ poitin and stout G D For him soon the torment over G C Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid D G An old salt from the Irish Rover [Verse 6] G C We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out G D And the ship lost its way in the fog G C And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two G D G Just myself and the Captain’s old dog G D Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock G D The bulkhead was turned right over G C Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned G D G I’m the last of The Irish Rover [Instrumental verse]