Irish Rover Chords by The Irish Rovers
Tempo:
121.8 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Em
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [G] [C]
In the year of our Lord, [F] 1806, [C] We set sail from the [G] cold, chated park.
[Em]
[C] We were sailing away with the [F] cargo of bricks, [C] For the Grand [Em] City Hall in New York.
Queen Angel, Lady [G] Crafts, she was rigged for a naft, And Lord, how the trade winds roared over!
[C] We had twenty-three masts, and she stood [F] several blasts, [C] And they called her the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
Well, there was Father Naomachie, from the banks [F] of the Lee, [C] There was Hogan, from [G] County Turrone.
[Em] [C] And there was John Naomachark, who was girl [F] stiff of work, [C] And a chap [G] from Westmeath, [C] the name Malone.
And there was Slugger O'Toole, [G] who was drunk as a roo, [C] And fighting Bill [G] Tracy from Dover.
[C] And yer man, MacMahon, from the banks [F] of the Van, [C] Was the skipper on the [G] Irish
[C] Rover.
We had one million bags of the best [F] Ligol rags, [C] We had two million barrels [G] of bone.
[D] [C] We had three million bales of old Nanny [F] Gold's tales, [C] And four [G] million barrels [C] of stone.
We had five million hogs, [G] and six million dogs, [C] And seven million barrels [G] of poker.
[C] We had eight million sides of a blind [F] horse's hide, [C] In the hold of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
[F] [C]
[G] [C] We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out, And our ship lost its way [G] in the fog.
[C] And the whole of the crew was reduced [F] down to two, [C] Myself [G] and the Captain [C] and Dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, [G] oh Lord, what a shock!
[C] We nearly [G] tumbled [C] over, turned nine times around.
And the poor old dog [F] was drowned, [C] We're the last of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
In the year of our Lord, [F] 1806, [C] We set sail from the [G] cold, chated park.
[Em]
[C] We were sailing away with the [F] cargo of bricks, [C] For the Grand [Em] City Hall in New York.
Queen Angel, Lady [G] Crafts, she was rigged for a naft, And Lord, how the trade winds roared over!
[C] We had twenty-three masts, and she stood [F] several blasts, [C] And they called her the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
Well, there was Father Naomachie, from the banks [F] of the Lee, [C] There was Hogan, from [G] County Turrone.
[Em] [C] And there was John Naomachark, who was girl [F] stiff of work, [C] And a chap [G] from Westmeath, [C] the name Malone.
And there was Slugger O'Toole, [G] who was drunk as a roo, [C] And fighting Bill [G] Tracy from Dover.
[C] And yer man, MacMahon, from the banks [F] of the Van, [C] Was the skipper on the [G] Irish
[C] Rover.
We had one million bags of the best [F] Ligol rags, [C] We had two million barrels [G] of bone.
[D] [C] We had three million bales of old Nanny [F] Gold's tales, [C] And four [G] million barrels [C] of stone.
We had five million hogs, [G] and six million dogs, [C] And seven million barrels [G] of poker.
[C] We had eight million sides of a blind [F] horse's hide, [C] In the hold of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
[F] [C]
[G] [C] We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out, And our ship lost its way [G] in the fog.
[C] And the whole of the crew was reduced [F] down to two, [C] Myself [G] and the Captain [C] and Dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, [G] oh Lord, what a shock!
[C] We nearly [G] tumbled [C] over, turned nine times around.
And the poor old dog [F] was drowned, [C] We're the last of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
Key:
C
G
F
Em
D
C
G
F
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
In the year of our Lord, _ _ [F] 1806, [C] We set sail from the [G] cold, chated park.
[Em] _
[C] We were sailing away with the [F] cargo of bricks, [C] For the Grand [Em] City Hall in New York. _
Queen Angel, Lady [G] Crafts, she was rigged for a naft, And Lord, how the trade winds roared over!
[C] We had twenty-three masts, and she stood [F] several blasts, [C] And they called her the [G] Irish _ [C] Rover.
_ Well, there was Father Naomachie, from the banks [F] of the Lee, [C] There was Hogan, from [G] County Turrone.
[Em] _ [C] And there was John Naomachark, who was girl [F] stiff of work, [C] And a chap [G] from Westmeath, [C] the name Malone.
And there was Slugger O'Toole, [G] who was drunk as a roo, [C] And fighting Bill [G] Tracy from Dover.
_ [C] And yer man, MacMahon, from the banks [F] of the Van, [C] Was the skipper on the [G] Irish _
[C] Rover.
_ We had one million bags of the best [F] Ligol rags, [C] We had two million barrels [G] of bone.
[D] _ [C] We had three million bales of old Nanny [F] Gold's tales, [C] And four [G] million barrels [C] of stone.
_ We had five million hogs, [G] and six million dogs, [C] And seven million barrels [G] of _ poker.
[C] We had eight million sides of a blind [F] horse's hide, [C] In the hold of the [G] Irish _ [C] Rover. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out, And our ship lost its way [G] in the fog.
_ [C] And the whole of the crew was reduced [F] down to two, [C] Myself [G] and the Captain [C] and Dog.
_ Then the ship struck a rock, [G] oh Lord, what a shock!
[C] We nearly [G] tumbled [C] over, turned nine times around.
And the poor old dog [F] was drowned, _ [C] We're the last of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the year of our Lord, _ _ [F] 1806, [C] We set sail from the [G] cold, chated park.
[Em] _
[C] We were sailing away with the [F] cargo of bricks, [C] For the Grand [Em] City Hall in New York. _
Queen Angel, Lady [G] Crafts, she was rigged for a naft, And Lord, how the trade winds roared over!
[C] We had twenty-three masts, and she stood [F] several blasts, [C] And they called her the [G] Irish _ [C] Rover.
_ Well, there was Father Naomachie, from the banks [F] of the Lee, [C] There was Hogan, from [G] County Turrone.
[Em] _ [C] And there was John Naomachark, who was girl [F] stiff of work, [C] And a chap [G] from Westmeath, [C] the name Malone.
And there was Slugger O'Toole, [G] who was drunk as a roo, [C] And fighting Bill [G] Tracy from Dover.
_ [C] And yer man, MacMahon, from the banks [F] of the Van, [C] Was the skipper on the [G] Irish _
[C] Rover.
_ We had one million bags of the best [F] Ligol rags, [C] We had two million barrels [G] of bone.
[D] _ [C] We had three million bales of old Nanny [F] Gold's tales, [C] And four [G] million barrels [C] of stone.
_ We had five million hogs, [G] and six million dogs, [C] And seven million barrels [G] of _ poker.
[C] We had eight million sides of a blind [F] horse's hide, [C] In the hold of the [G] Irish _ [C] Rover. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out, And our ship lost its way [G] in the fog.
_ [C] And the whole of the crew was reduced [F] down to two, [C] Myself [G] and the Captain [C] and Dog.
_ Then the ship struck a rock, [G] oh Lord, what a shock!
[C] We nearly [G] tumbled [C] over, turned nine times around.
And the poor old dog [F] was drowned, _ [C] We're the last of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
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