Clancy brothers and Tommy Makem - Irish Rover Chords

_ And we _ came to the [Eb] link of exile.
[G] _ _ _ _ [F] And we stole a boat.
_ [Eb] _ Came to [Bb] America. _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] And we had a load of stuff on the boat.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And the name of the boat was the Irish Row. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the year of our Lord, _ _ [Eb]
1806, we set sail from the Pole Bay of Pog.
And we were sailing away with the cargo [Eb] of bricks for the [Bb] Grand City Hall of New York.
And we'd an elegant prop, it [Fm] was a Rick for at [Bb] last.
And how the thread winds drove her she did.
She'd three pass, and she'd [Eb] stood several [Bb] blasts.
And they called her the Irish _ Row.
And _ _ deep from the banks [Eb] of the lake, there was a woman [Bb] from a meter [F] tall.
And there [Bb] was a female corp, who was scant stiff [Eb] of war.
And [Bb] that chap from was his name alone.
And we had slugger O'Toole, [F] who was drunk as a [Bb] rill.
And fighting fell Gracie from Dover.
And her man Mick McCann from the [Eb] banks of the Bath.
[Bb] Was the skipper from the Irish Row. _
And we had one million bags of the best [Eb] lago-rice.
[Gm] We had two million [F] barrels of boar.
And we had three million bales of our nanny [Eb]-goat's tails.
We had [Bb] four million barrels of coal.
And we had five million hogs.
Six million dogs.
Seven million barrels [F] of porpoise.
[Bb] We had eight million sides of our blind [Eb] horse's height.
[Bb] In the hall of the Irish Row. _ _
We'd sailed seven years when the [Eb] mizzles broke out.
And the ship lost her way in the [F] fog.
And [Bb] the weight of the crew was reduced down [Eb] to two.
As [F] we sailed and the captain's [Bb] a-rowing.
Then the ship's drop a rock.
The Lord won his [Bb] shot.
And nearly come below her.
And _ _ the poor old dog was drowned.
That's _ what the [F] Irish Row are. _ _
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