Chords for Irish Rover - Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem

_ _ In the year of Lord _
_ [Eb] 1860, [Bb] St.
Cedric of Pumphole [F] came upon, [Bb] And we were sailing away with a [Eb] cattle of bricks, [Bb] For the Grand [C] City [Bb] Hall in New York.
_ We'd in Meliga, [F] he was a right foreign [Bb] lad, And how the trade [F] wind blowed [Bb] her, She had twenty-three masts, And she'd struck several blasts, And they'd hauled her the Irish her over.
_ We had Barney McGee from the Fines [Eb] of the Lee, [Bb] We had Hogan from County [F]
Tyrone, And [Bb] we had Johnny Mabourg, Who was scared stiff [Eb] of O'erpan, [Bb] But shopped from Westmeath, name alone.
We had Slur [F] O'Toole, Who was drunk as a roo, [Bb] At Pied-in-Mill Tracey [F] from _ [Bb] Dover, And your man McMehan, From the Fines of O'erpan, Was the skipper on the Irish her [Bb]
over.
_ We had one million bags of the best [Eb] Ligo rags, [Bb] We had two million barrels [F] of bone, [Bb] And we had three million bales of our nanny [Eb] goat's [Bb] tails, We had [G] four million barrels of stone.
We had five million [F] hogs, I had six million [Bb] doves, And seven million barrels [F] of water, We [Bb] had eight million sight of our blind horse's sight, In the hold of the Irish her over.
We had sailed seven years, when the [Eb] meadles broke out, [Bb] And our ship lost her way [F] in a bog, [Bb] And the whale of the crew was reduced down [C] to two, Was myself and my captain's [Bb] old dog.
Well the ship struck a rock, [F] the Lord was shocked, [Bb] And nearly [F] tumbled _ over, [Bb] Turned nine times around, _ _ And the poor old dog [Eb] was _ _ drowned, _ _ _ _ [Bb]
I'm the last of the [F] Irish low. _
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