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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 West[
D]meath 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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