Chords for EPIC - The Pogues & The Dubliners - Irish Rover - MUST SEE RARE
Tempo:
136 bpm
Chords used:
G
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C
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A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[D] [G]
On the 4th of July,
[C] 1806, we [A] set sail from the St.
[D] Colbert Park.
We [G] were sailing away with a cargo [Em] of bricks for the [D] Grand City Hall [G] in New York.
But a wonderful [D] craft she was rigged for the draft, [G] and know how the [D] wild wind blow her.
She stood several blasts, she'd 27 masts, and they called her the [G] Irish Rover.
We had one million bikes soaked up by [C] slugger rags.
[G] We had two million barrels [D] of bone.
We [G] had three million vials of all nanny [C] goats' tails.
We [D] had four million barrels of [G]
stone.
We had five million [D] dogs, six million hearts, seven million barrels of boards.
We [G] had eight pints of all [C] blind horses' [G] eyes, and all of the [D] Irish [G] Rover.
There was our Mickey Coot, who played hard [C] on his flint, [G] when the ladies lined up [D] for a sit.
He [G] would tootle, would scale for his speedling [C] quadril, and [D] the dancers were flutered [G] and bent.
When he smirked, when he [D] hopped, he was cock of the wop, and he rowled a day, down there and over.
They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance, that he'd seen in the [G] Irish Rover.
[C] [G] [D]
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[C] [D] [G]
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Lee McGee from the banks [C] of the Neat, [G] I was Hogan from [D] Cathie's Salon.
There [G] was Jimmy [D] McGurk, who was scared stiff [C] of work, and [D] a man from [G] Westmead, come along.
There was [D] Slugger Robb, too, I was drunk as a rogue, fighting that shite-sleeve from Dover.
I am [G] Rod McMahon, from the [C] banks of the Bough, [G] the skip and 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.
[G] Then he longs for the shore, and a pretty [C] young whore, who will melt [D] all his troubles.
[G]
All the lies and the rout, fill up [D] what she missed out, for [G] him soon is done [D] and over.
But the love of a maid, he'll never unbraid, and I'll song from the Irish [G] Rover.
When that sailor, 78, from the maids [C] of Bough, [D] he should have [G] lost his way [D] and before.
[G] And the world of a crew, was richest [C] and the two, [D] was just a band of cocklins of love.
[G] Then a ship struck a rock, [D] oh Lord, what a shock, and it's burned right all over.
Had [G] nine times around, and the poor old dog was [C] round.
[G]
Ass to the Irish Rover.
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[D] [G]
On the 4th of July,
[C] 1806, we [A] set sail from the St.
[D] Colbert Park.
We [G] were sailing away with a cargo [Em] of bricks for the [D] Grand City Hall [G] in New York.
But a wonderful [D] craft she was rigged for the draft, [G] and know how the [D] wild wind blow her.
She stood several blasts, she'd 27 masts, and they called her the [G] Irish Rover.
We had one million bikes soaked up by [C] slugger rags.
[G] We had two million barrels [D] of bone.
We [G] had three million vials of all nanny [C] goats' tails.
We [D] had four million barrels of [G]
stone.
We had five million [D] dogs, six million hearts, seven million barrels of boards.
We [G] had eight pints of all [C] blind horses' [G] eyes, and all of the [D] Irish [G] Rover.
There was our Mickey Coot, who played hard [C] on his flint, [G] when the ladies lined up [D] for a sit.
He [G] would tootle, would scale for his speedling [C] quadril, and [D] the dancers were flutered [G] and bent.
When he smirked, when he [D] hopped, he was cock of the wop, and he rowled a day, down there and over.
They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance, that he'd seen in the [G] Irish Rover.
[C] [G] [D]
[G]
[C] [D] [G]
[D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[D] [G]
Lee McGee from the banks [C] of the Neat, [G] I was Hogan from [D] Cathie's Salon.
There [G] was Jimmy [D] McGurk, who was scared stiff [C] of work, and [D] a man from [G] Westmead, come along.
There was [D] Slugger Robb, too, I was drunk as a rogue, fighting that shite-sleeve from Dover.
I am [G] Rod McMahon, from the [C] banks of the Bough, [G] the skip and 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.
[G] Then he longs for the shore, and a pretty [C] young whore, who will melt [D] all his troubles.
[G]
All the lies and the rout, fill up [D] what she missed out, for [G] him soon is done [D] and over.
But the love of a maid, he'll never unbraid, and I'll song from the Irish [G] Rover.
When that sailor, 78, from the maids [C] of Bough, [D] he should have [G] lost his way [D] and before.
[G] And the world of a crew, was richest [C] and the two, [D] was just a band of cocklins of love.
[G] Then a ship struck a rock, [D] oh Lord, what a shock, and it's burned right all over.
Had [G] nine times around, and the poor old dog was [C] round.
[G]
Ass to the Irish Rover.
[C] [D]
[G] [C]
[D] [G]
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[G] [E]
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[N]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ On the 4th of July, _
_ [C] 1806, we [A] set sail from the St.
[D] Colbert Park.
_ We [G] were sailing away with a cargo [Em] of bricks for the [D] Grand City Hall [G] in New York.
_ But a wonderful [D] craft she was rigged for the draft, [G] and know how the [D] wild wind blow her.
She stood several blasts, she'd 27 masts, and they called her the [G] Irish _ Rover.
We had one million bikes soaked up by [C] slugger rags.
[G] We had two million barrels [D] of bone.
We [G] had three million vials of all nanny [C] goats' tails.
We [D] had four million barrels of [G]
stone.
We had five million [D] dogs, six million hearts, seven million barrels of boards.
We [G] had eight pints of all [C] blind horses' [G] eyes, and all of the [D] Irish _ [G] Rover.
_ There was our Mickey Coot, who played hard [C] on his flint, [G] when the ladies lined up [D] for a sit.
He [G] would tootle, would scale for his speedling [C] quadril, and [D] the dancers were flutered [G] and bent.
_ When he smirked, when he [D] hopped, he was cock of the wop, and he rowled a day, down there and over.
_ They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance, that he'd seen in the [G] Irish _ Rover. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Lee McGee from the banks [C] of the Neat, [G] I was Hogan from [D] Cathie's Salon.
There [G] was Jimmy [D] McGurk, who was scared stiff [C] of work, and [D] a man from [G] Westmead, come along.
_ There was [D] Slugger Robb, too, I was drunk as a rogue, fighting that shite-sleeve from Dover.
I am [G] Rod McMahon, from the [C] banks of the Bough, [G] the skip and 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.
_ [G] Then he longs for the shore, and a pretty [C] young whore, who will melt [D] all his troubles.
[G] _
_ All the lies and the rout, fill up [D] what she missed out, for [G] him soon is done [D] and over.
But the love of a maid, he'll never unbraid, and I'll song from the Irish [G] Rover.
_ _ When that sailor, 78, from the maids [C] of Bough, [D] he should have [G] lost his way [D] and before.
_ [G] And the world of a crew, was richest [C] and the two, [D] was just a band of cocklins of love.
[G] Then a ship struck a rock, [D] oh Lord, what a shock, _ and it's burned right all over.
Had [G] nine times around, _ and the poor old dog was [C] round.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ Ass to the Irish _ Rover.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ On the 4th of July, _
_ [C] 1806, we [A] set sail from the St.
[D] Colbert Park.
_ We [G] were sailing away with a cargo [Em] of bricks for the [D] Grand City Hall [G] in New York.
_ But a wonderful [D] craft she was rigged for the draft, [G] and know how the [D] wild wind blow her.
She stood several blasts, she'd 27 masts, and they called her the [G] Irish _ Rover.
We had one million bikes soaked up by [C] slugger rags.
[G] We had two million barrels [D] of bone.
We [G] had three million vials of all nanny [C] goats' tails.
We [D] had four million barrels of [G]
stone.
We had five million [D] dogs, six million hearts, seven million barrels of boards.
We [G] had eight pints of all [C] blind horses' [G] eyes, and all of the [D] Irish _ [G] Rover.
_ There was our Mickey Coot, who played hard [C] on his flint, [G] when the ladies lined up [D] for a sit.
He [G] would tootle, would scale for his speedling [C] quadril, and [D] the dancers were flutered [G] and bent.
_ When he smirked, when he [D] hopped, he was cock of the wop, and he rowled a day, down there and over.
_ They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance, that he'd seen in the [G] Irish _ Rover. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Lee McGee from the banks [C] of the Neat, [G] I was Hogan from [D] Cathie's Salon.
There [G] was Jimmy [D] McGurk, who was scared stiff [C] of work, and [D] a man from [G] Westmead, come along.
_ There was [D] Slugger Robb, too, I was drunk as a rogue, fighting that shite-sleeve from Dover.
I am [G] Rod McMahon, from the [C] banks of the Bough, [G] the skip and 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.
_ [G] Then he longs for the shore, and a pretty [C] young whore, who will melt [D] all his troubles.
[G] _
_ All the lies and the rout, fill up [D] what she missed out, for [G] him soon is done [D] and over.
But the love of a maid, he'll never unbraid, and I'll song from the Irish [G] Rover.
_ _ When that sailor, 78, from the maids [C] of Bough, [D] he should have [G] lost his way [D] and before.
_ [G] And the world of a crew, was richest [C] and the two, [D] was just a band of cocklins of love.
[G] Then a ship struck a rock, [D] oh Lord, what a shock, _ and it's burned right all over.
Had [G] nine times around, _ and the poor old dog was [C] round.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ Ass to the Irish _ Rover.
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