Chords for The Dubliners & The Pogues - The Irish Rover [Audio Stream]

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_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ On the 4th of July, _ _ [C] 1806, we [G] set sail from the sweet Moab [D] of Cork.
[G] We were sailing away with a cargo [C] of bricks [G] for the Grand [D] City Hall [G] in New York. _
It was a wonderful craft, she was ranked [D] for the craft.
[G] Know how the wild wind [D] _ blowed her.
She [G] stood several blasts.
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blasts, and we [D] called her the [G] Irish _ Rover.
_ We had 1 million bags of the best lawyer [C] rags.
We [G] had 2 million barrels [D] of snow.
We [G] had 3 million sides of all flying [C] horses hides.
[G] We had 4 [D] million barrels [G] of bones.
We had 5 million [D] hearts, 6 million [G] doves, 7 million [A] barrels [D] of forager.
[G] We had 8 million piles of old nanny [C] ghost tiles, [G] and all of the Irish _ Rover.
_ There was old Mickey Cute, who played hard on [C] his flute when [G] the ladies lined [D] up for a set.
_ He [G] would tootle with skill, for he'd sparkling [C] quadrill, [G] till the dancers [D] were fluter [G] and bet. _
With his smart, with his talk, [D] he was cock of the walk, [G] and he rolled the dames under [D] and over.
They [G] all knew him at last, when he'd puck up [C] his stamps, [D] that he sailed in the [G] Irish _ Rover. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ There was Barney McGee, from the [C] banks of the Lee.
There [G] was Hogan from Cathay [D] Toll.
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There was Johnny McGurk, who was [D] scarce [Am] to homework, [G] and a man [D] from Westmead [G] called me lol. _
There was Slugger Old Town, [D] who was drunk as a roo, [G] and Fighting Bill [D] Tracy from Dover.
And [G] the young man, Mike McCull, from the banks [C] of the Bulk, [G] was a skipper on the [D] Irish _ [G]
Rover.
_ For a sailor, it's always a bother in life, it's so lonesome by night and [D] by day.
That [G] he longs for the shore, and a charming [C] young whore, [G] who will melt [D] all his troubles [G] away.
_ All the noise and the rout, shall [D] him put in and [G] stout, for him soon is done and [D] over,
[G] of the love of a maid, he is never [Am] afraid, and out [D] salt from the [G] Irish _ Rover.
_ He had sailed seven years, when the measles [C] broke out, and [G] the ship lost its way [D] in the fog. _
[G] And a whale of a crew was reduced [C] down to ten, [G] just himself [D] and the [G] captain's old dog.
And the ship's took a rock, [D] a lord won a shout, [G] the boat it was [D] turned right _ over.
_ _ _ [G] Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog [C] was _ drowned, _ _ _ [G] _
and that's the [D] Irish [G] Rover.
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