The Dubliners - The irish rover

On the Four^Gth of July, ^Ceighteen hundred and ^Gsix, We set sail from the sweet Cobh of ^DCork We were ^Gsailing away with a ^Ccargo of ^Gbricks, For the Grand City ^DHall in New ^GYork

‘Twas a ^Gwonderful craft, she ^Dwas rigged fore and aft, And ^Goh, how the wild wind ^Ddrove her She stood ^Gseveral blasts, she had twenty^C-seven ^Gmasts, And they called her The Iris^Dh Rov^Ger

There was B^Garney McGee from the ^Cbanks of the ^GLee; There was Hogan from County Ty^Drone There was ^GJohnny McGirr, who was ^Cscared stiff of ^Gwork And a^G man from West^Dmeath called ^GMalone There was S^Glugger O’Toole, who was ^Ddrunk as a rule, And ^GFighting Bill Treacy fro^Dm Dover And you^Gr man, Mick MacCann, from the ^Cbanks of the ^GBann, Was the skipper of the I^Grish Rover ^{D G}

We had o^Gne million bags of the ^Cbest Sligo ^Grags; We had two million barrels of ^Dstone We had ^Gthree million bails of old ^Cnanny-goats’ ^Gtails, We had four million ^Dbarrels of ^Gbones We had ^Gfive million hogs, ^Dand six million dogs, ^GSeven million barrels o^Df por-ter We had e^Gight million sides of old ^Cblind horse’s ^Ghides, In the hold of the ^DIrish ^GRover

We had ^Gsailed seven years when the ^Cmeasles broke ^Gout, And the ship lost its way in the ^Dfog And that^G whale of a crew was ^Creduced down to ^Gtwo, Just myself and the^D Captain’s old^G dog

Then the s^Ghip struck a rock, o^Dh Lord what a shock, The ^Gbulkhead was turned right^D over G C Turned nine times around,------- and the poor old dog was drowned I’m the ^Glast of The Iris^Dh ^GRover