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A song originally by the Pogues, this is a version of the song the Irish rovers play In the [F] year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and [F]six, We set [F] sail from the sweet cove of [G] Cork We were [F] sailing away with a cargo of [F] bricks For the [F] grand City Hall in New [F] York She was a [F] wonderful craft, she was [G] rigged 'fore and aft And how [F] the wild winds [F] drove her She 'stood [F] several blasts, she had [Am] twenty-three [F] masts And they [F] called her the [F] Irish Rover There was [F] Barney McGee from the banks of the [F] Lee There was [F] Hogan from County Ty-[G]-rone There was [F] Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of [F] work And a [F] man from Westmeath called [F] Malone There was [F] Slugger O'Toole who was [G] drunk as a rule [F] And fighting Bill Tracy from [G] Dover And your [F] man Mick McCann, from the [Am] banks of the Bann Was the [F] skipper of the [G] Irish [F] Rover We had [F] one million bags of the best Sligo [F] rags We had [F] two million barrels of [G] stones We had [F] three million sides of old blind horses' [F] hides We had [F] four million [G] barrels of [F] bones We had [F] five million hogs and [G] six million dogs [F] And seven million barrels of [G] porter We had [F] eight million bales of old [Am] nanny goats' [F] tails In the [F] hold of the [G] Irish [F]Rover We had [F] sailed seven years when the measles broke [F] out And our [F]ship lost her way in the [G] fog And the [F]whole of the crew was reduced down to [F] two 'Twas [F] meself and [G] the captain's old [F] dog Then the [F] ship struck a rock; oh Lord [G] what a shock [F]The bulkhead was turned right [G] over We turned [F] nine times around - then [Am] the poor old dog was [F]drowned Now I'm [F]the last of the [G] Irish [F] Rover