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The Irish Rover chords

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This version contains the most accurate chords on the website. It is a full version with chords included throughout the song. It features useful reference points for when practicing with a band (e.g. "Verse 3", "Verse 5"). Easily the best tab of the song on Ultimate Guitar. Was this info helpful? Yes No
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"Irish Rover" - as played by The Dubliners and The Pogues

[Intro]
G   C   D   G


[Verse 1]
       G                                    C   
On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
       G                           D
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
        G                            C
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
        G          D           G
For the Grand City Hall in New York
        G                        D
‘Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
    G                     D
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
          G                                    C
She stood several blasts, she had twenty seven masts
         D                    G
And they called her The Irish Rover


[Verse 2]
       G                                  C
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
       G                      D
We had two million barrels of stone
       G                                        C
We had three million sides of old blind horse’s hides
       G            D          G
We had four million barrels of bones
       G                      D
We had five million hogs, and six million dogs
G                        D
Seven million barrels of porter
       G                                       C
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats’ tails
       G                 D G
In the hold of the Irish Rover


[Verse 3]
          G                                       C   
There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
         G                     D
When the ladies lined up for a set
       G                                         C 
He was tootin’ with skill for each sparkling quadrille
           G            D             G
Though the dancers were fluther’d and bet
         G                        D
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
       G                          D
And he rolled the dames under and over
         G                                     C 
They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance
        G             D     G
That he sailed in The Irish Rover


[Instrumental verse]


[Verse 4]
          G                                  C   
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
          G                   D
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
          G                                      C
There was Johnny McGirr, who was scared stiff of work
      G            D              G
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
          G                        D
There was Slugger O’Toole, who was drunk as a rule
    G                         D
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
         G                                        C           
And your man, Mick MacCann, from the banks of the Bann
        G                    D G
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover


[Verse 5]
      G                              C   
For a sailor it’s always a bother in life
        G                        D
It’s so lonesome by night and by day
        G                                         C
That he longs for the shore, and a charming young whore
         G            D         G
Who will melt all his troubles away
        G                            D
Oh, the noise and the rout, swillin’ poitin and stout
    G                    D
For him soon the torment over
       G                            C
Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid
       D                   G
An old salt from the Irish Rover


[Verse 6]
       G                                         C   
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
        G                        D
And the ship lost its way in the fog
         G                                   C
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
       G            D             G
Just myself and the Captain’s old dog
         G                      D
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
    G                         D
The bulkhead was turned right over
       G                                           C
Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
        G                 D G
I’m the last of The Irish Rover


[Instrumental verse]
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