The Irish Rover - The Pogues | Guitar Chords

[Intro]
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G | C | D 

[Verse 1]
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G       G                                    C
 On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
       G                           D
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
        G                            C
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
        G              D       G
For the Grand City Hall in New York
                                 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]
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       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 horses hides
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We had four million barrels of bones
                          D
We had five million hogs, 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]
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            G                                     C
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
           G                      D
When the ladies lined up for a set
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He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
           G            D             G
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
                                  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
        D                   G
That he sailed in The Irish Rover

[Interlude]
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G | C | G | D 
G | C | G | D | G 
D | G | D | G 
C | D | G 

[Verse 4]
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          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 McGurk who was scared stiff of work
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And a man from Westmeath called Malone
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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 on the Irish Rover

[Verse 5]
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      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
                                    D
Oh, the noise and the rout swillin' poitin and stout
    G                       D
For him soon the torment's over
       G                             C
Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid
       D                   G
An old salt from the Irish Rover

[Verse 6]
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       G                                         C
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
        G                        D
And the ship lost its way in the fog
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And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
       G            D             G
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
                                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

[Outro]
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G | C | G | D 
G | C | G | D | G 
D | G | D | G 
C | D | G