The Irish Rover Chords by The Pogues

[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]
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[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]
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[Outro]
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