The Irish Rover Chords

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A song originally by the Pogues, this is a version of the song the Irish rovers play

In the [G] year of our Lord, 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 Hall in New [G] York 
She was a [G] wonderful craft, she was [D] rigged 'fore and aft 
And how [G] the wild winds [C] drove her 
She 'stood [G] several blasts, she had [Em] twenty-three [C] masts 
And they [G] called her the [C] Irish 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] man from Westmeath called [G] Malone 
There was [G] Slugger O'Toole who was [D] drunk as a rule 
[G] And fighting Bill Tracy from [D] Dover 
And your [G] man Mick McCann, from the [Em] banks of the Bann 
Was the [G] skipper of 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] stones 
We had [G] three million sides of old blind horses' [C] hides 
We had [G] four million [D] barrels of [G] bones 
We had [G] five million hogs and [D] six million dogs 
[G] And seven million barrels of [D] porter 
We had [G] eight million bales of old [Em] nanny goats' [C] tails 
In the [G] hold of the [D] Irish [G]Rover

We had [G] sailed seven years when the measles broke [C] out 
And our [G]ship lost her way in the [D] fog 
And the [G]whole of the crew was reduced down to [C] two 
'Twas [G] meself and [D] the captain's old [G] dog 
Then the [G] ship struck a rock; oh Lord [D] what a shock 
[G]The bulkhead  was turned right  [D] over 
We turned [G] nine times around - then [Em] the poor old dog was [C]drowned 
Now I'm [G]the last of the [D] Irish [G] Rover