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The Irish Rover ukulele

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

In the [F] year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and [F]six, 
We set [F] sail from the sweet cove of [G] Cork 
We were [F] sailing away with a cargo of [F] bricks 
For the [F] grand City Hall in New [F] York 
She was a [F] wonderful craft, she was [G] rigged 'fore and aft 
And how [F] the wild winds [F] drove her 
She 'stood [F] several blasts, she had [Am] twenty-three [F] masts 
And they [F] called her the [F] Irish Rover

There was [F] Barney McGee from the banks of the [F] Lee 
There was [F] Hogan from County Ty-[G]-rone 
There was [F] Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of [F] work 
And a [F] man from Westmeath called [F] Malone 
There was [F] Slugger O'Toole who was [G] drunk as a rule 
[F] And fighting Bill Tracy from [G] Dover 
And your [F] man Mick McCann, from the [Am] banks of the Bann 
Was the [F] skipper of the [G] Irish [F] Rover

We had [F] one million bags of the best Sligo [F] rags 
We had [F] two million barrels of [G] stones 
We had [F] three million sides of old blind horses' [F] hides 
We had [F] four million [G] barrels of [F] bones 
We had [F] five million hogs and [G] six million dogs 
[F] And seven million barrels of [G] porter 
We had [F] eight million bales of old [Am] nanny goats' [F] tails 
In the [F] hold of the [G] Irish [F]Rover

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

            
            
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