Tuning: E A D G B E

[Verse 1] e|-------------------------------------------| B|-------------------------------------------| G|-------------0-2-4-2-0---0-----------------| D|-0--------0------------2---2-0-2-0---------| A|---2--2--3-------------------------2-3-2-0-| E|-----3-------------------------------------| On the fourth.......................of cork e|-----------------------------------------| B|-----------------------------------------| G|------------0-2-4-2-0---0----------------| D|-0--------0-----------2--2-0-4-5-7-5-4-5-| A|---2--2-3--------------------------------| E|-----3-----------------------------------| we were sailing................new york e|-------------------------------------------------| B|-------------------------------------------------| G|-----0-0-2-4--4-0-2-2-----------0-0-2-4-0-2------| D|-0-0------------------4-0---0-0-------------4--0-| A|-------------------------------------------------| E|-------------------------------------------------| Twas a..............aft. And how..........her e|---------------------------------------------| B|---------------------------------------------| G|------------0-2-4-2-0---0--------------------| D|-0--------0-----------2--2-0-4-5-7-5-4-5-4-5-| A|---2--2-3------------------------------------| E|-----3---------------------------------------| She stood several.................Irish Rover [Verse 2]

On^G the Fourth of July, eighteen ^Chundred and ^Gsix We set sail from the sweet cove of ^DCork We were ^Gsailing away with a ^Ccargo of ^Gbricks For the Grand City ^DHall in New ^GYork

'Twas a wonderful craft

She was ^Drigged fore and aft And ^Goh, how the wild ^Dwind drove her She stood ^Gseveral blasts She had ^Ctwenty seven ^Gmasts And they called her The Irish ^DRove^Gr

(G'day...not too sure about that C chord, have a good one) [Verse 3 - Ronnie Drew/Dubliners] There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for a set He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk And he rolled the dames under and over They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance That he sailed in The Irish Rover [Verse 4 - Shane McGowan/ The Pogues] There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover [Verse 5 - Ronnie Drew/Dubliners] For a sailor it's always a bother of life So lonesome by night and by day That he longs for the shore And a charming young whore Who will melt all his troubles away All the noise and the rout Filled with poitin and stout For him soon it's done and over Of the love of a maid he is never afraid An old salt from the Irish Rover [Verse 6 - Shane McGowan & Ronnie Drew] We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in the fog And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two Just myself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock The boat it was turned right over Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of The Irish Rover

Pogues - The irish rover