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The Irish Rover. The Pogues
On the G Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and C six We set G sail from the sweet cove of D Cork We were G sailing away with a cargo of C bricks For the G Grand City D Hall in New G York 'Twas an G elegant craft, D rigged fore and aft And oh, G how the wild wind C drove her She could G stand a great blast, She had Em twenty seven C masts And they G called her The D Irish G Rover
We had G one million bags of the best Sligo C rags We had G two million barrels of D stone We had G three million sides of old blind horses C hides We had G four million D barrels of G bone We had G five million hogs, And D six million dogs G Seven million barrels of D porter We had G eight million bails of old Em nanny-goats' C tails In the G hold of the D Irish G Rover
There was G awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his C flute When the G ladies lined up for a D set He was G tootin' with skill for each sparkling C quadrille Though the G dancers were D fluther'd and G bet With his G smart witty talk he was D cock of the walk And he G rolled the dames under and D over They all G knew at a glance when he Em took up his C stance That he G sailed in The D Irish G Rover
There was G Barney McGee from the banks of the C Lee There was G Hogan from County Ty-D-rone There was G Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of C work And a G chap from WestDmeath called G Malone There was G Slugger O'Toole, D drunk as a rule G Fighting Bill Treacy from D Dover And your G man, Mick MacCann from the Em banks of the C Bann Was the G skipper of the D Irish G Rover
We had G sailed seven years when the measles broke C out And our G ship lost its way in the D fog And that G whale of a crew was reduced down to C two Just G myself and the D Captain's old G dog Then the G ship struck a rock, oh D Lord! what a shock The G boat it flipped right D over Turned G nine times around, and the Em poor old dog was C drowned I'm the G last of the The D Irish G Rover
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