The Pogues - The Irish Rover Chords

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_ On the 4th of July, _ _
[C] 1806, [G] we set sail from the sweet [D] cove of Cork.
_ [G] We were sailing away with a cargo [C] of bricks [G] for the Grand [D] City Hall in [G] New York.
It was a wonderful craft, [D] she would make for it.
[G] Oh, how the wild [D] wind blowed [G] her.
She took several blasts, she took [C] seven blasts,
[D] and they called her the Irish [G] _ Rover.
_ We had one million pints of the best sling [C] or rags,
we [G] had two million barrels [D] of salt,
[G] we had three million sides of all blind [C] horses hides,
we had [D] four million barrels [G] of balls,
we had five million hearts, [D] six million bloods,
[G] seven million [D] barrels of barter,
[G] we had eight million piles of old [C] nanny gossed piles,
[G] and all of the Irish Rover.
_ There was an old Mickey Hoot who played hard in [C] his boot [G] when the ladies lined up [D] to his seat.
_ [G] He would tinkle with skill for each sparkling [C] quadrille [G] till the dancers [D] were fluted [G] and fit.
_ In his smart witty talk he was [D] top of the war,
[G] and he rolled the game under [D] and over.
[G] He played all of Europe and France,
but he cut off [C] his stance [D] and he saved them the Irish.
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_ _ There was a Bally McGee from the [C] banks of the Lee,
there [G] was Hogan from [D] Kensington, _
_ [G] there was Jenny McGar, who was scared [C] stiff of war,
[G] and a [D] man from Westmead [G] called Malone.
There was Slither Alta, [D] who was drunk as a [G] roe,
and fighting Bell [D] Tracy from Dole.
[G] On the other hand, from the banks [C] of the Fog [G] was a skunk on the Irish Rover.
_ _ We had sailed seven years when the measles [C] broke [G] out,
and the ship lost its [D] way in the flood.
[G] And a whale of a crew was reduced [C] down the tail,
[G] to piss upon [D] the [G] captain's old thug.
_ And the ship snuck her up [D] on the large water ship,
_ [G] both in the sun [D] drying _ _ over,
_ [G] turned nine times around,
and the poor old thug [C] was drowned.
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And that's what the Irish know were.
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