The Irish Rover Chords by The Pogues
- Key: G
- BPM: 140
- Capo: no capo
DOWNBEAT
THE IRISH ROVER CHORDS
[Start] [Verse] G D G C ■ ■ ■ On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six G D We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork G C We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks D G For the grand city hall in New York ■ D 'twas a wonderful craft she was rigged foreandaft [Chorus] G D And oh how the wild winds drove her G C She'd stood several blasts she had twentyseven masts D G And we called her the Irish Rover C We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags G D We had two million barrels of stones G C We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides D G We had four million barrels of bones D We had five million hogs six million dogs G D7 Seven million barrels of porter G C We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails G D G In the hold of the Irish Rover [Verse] C There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute G D When the ladies lined up for his set G C He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille G D G Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet D With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk G D And he rolled the dames under and over D7 G C They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance D G That he sailed in the Irish Rover [Solo] C G D G C D G D ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ G D G D G ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Verse] C There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee G D There was Hogan from County Tyrone G C There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work D G And a man from Westmeath called Malone D There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule G D And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover G C And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann G D G Was the skipper of the Irish Rover C For a sailor it's always a bother in life G D It's so lonesome by night and by day G C 'til he launch for the shore and this charming young whore D G Who will melt all his troubles away D All the noise and the rout swillin' poitín and stout G D For him soon the torment's over G C Of the love of a maid he's never afraid D G An old sot from the Irish Rover [Chorus] 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 the crew was reduced down to two D G Just meself and the captain's old dog 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 I'm the last of the Irish Rover [Solo] G C G D G C D G ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Outro] D G D G C D G ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [End]