Irish Rover Chords by Santiano
Tempo:
136.25 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
A
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
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[D] [Am]
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[Am] [G]
[C] [A]
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[G] [C]
On that fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six, we set sail for the sweet [G] Covent Park.
[C] We were sated away with a cargo [F] of bricks [C] for the Grand City Hall in New York.
She was a wonderful craft, [G] she was big, far and [C] tall, and the wild [G] grins drove her.
She [C] took several bus, she had twenty [F]-seven bus, and [C] they [G] called her the Irish [F] [C]
Rover.
We had one million backs on the press [F] line of racks, [C] we had two billion [G] barrels of smoke.
[C] We had three million bales of old land [F] he had stole, [C] we had four [G] billion barrels [C] of cloves.
We had five million hearts, [G] six million bones, [C] seven million [G] barrels per quarter.
[C] We had eight million sides of old [F] grinders, and I [C] picked a hole [G] of the [F] Irish [C] Rover.
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[G] [C]
[F] [C] [G]
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We had sailed seven years when the measles [F] broke out, [C] and the ship lost its way [G] in the fog.
The ship, [C] by the way, you love a crew, was reduced down [F] to two, just [C] me, so, [G] and the captain's [C] old tub.
Then the ship struck a rock, [G] oh, what a shock!
[C] The bulkhead was turned [G] right out.
Turned nine times [C] around, and the poor old tub [F] was found.
Oh, you'll know.
[C] We had a hold of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
We had one million backs on the press [F] line of racks, [C] we had two million barrels [G] of smoke.
We [C] had three million bales of old [F] land he had stole, [C] we had four [G] million [C] barrels of cloves.
We had five million hearts, [G]
six million bones, [C] seven million barrels [G] per quarter.
[C] We had eight million sides of old [F] grinders, and I picked [C] a hole [G] of [F]
[C] the Irish Rover.
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[F] [C] [G] [F]
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You mother [F] swans in hell!
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[D] [Am]
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[Am] [G]
[C] [A]
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[G] [C]
On that fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six, we set sail for the sweet [G] Covent Park.
[C] We were sated away with a cargo [F] of bricks [C] for the Grand City Hall in New York.
She was a wonderful craft, [G] she was big, far and [C] tall, and the wild [G] grins drove her.
She [C] took several bus, she had twenty [F]-seven bus, and [C] they [G] called her the Irish [F] [C]
Rover.
We had one million backs on the press [F] line of racks, [C] we had two billion [G] barrels of smoke.
[C] We had three million bales of old land [F] he had stole, [C] we had four [G] billion barrels [C] of cloves.
We had five million hearts, [G] six million bones, [C] seven million [G] barrels per quarter.
[C] We had eight million sides of old [F] grinders, and I [C] picked a hole [G] of the [F] Irish [C] Rover.
[F] [C]
[G] [C]
[F] [C] [G]
[C]
We had sailed seven years when the measles [F] broke out, [C] and the ship lost its way [G] in the fog.
The ship, [C] by the way, you love a crew, was reduced down [F] to two, just [C] me, so, [G] and the captain's [C] old tub.
Then the ship struck a rock, [G] oh, what a shock!
[C] The bulkhead was turned [G] right out.
Turned nine times [C] around, and the poor old tub [F] was found.
Oh, you'll know.
[C] We had a hold of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
We had one million backs on the press [F] line of racks, [C] we had two million barrels [G] of smoke.
We [C] had three million bales of old [F] land he had stole, [C] we had four [G] million [C] barrels of cloves.
We had five million hearts, [G]
six million bones, [C] seven million barrels [G] per quarter.
[C] We had eight million sides of old [F] grinders, and I picked [C] a hole [G] of [F]
[C] the Irish Rover.
[F] [C] [G]
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[F] [C] [G] [F]
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[C] [G]
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[F] [C] [G] [C]
You mother [F] swans in hell!
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[F] [C] [G] [F]
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[N]
Key:
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F
A
Am
C
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_ On that fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six, we set sail for the sweet [G] Covent Park.
[C] We were sated away with a cargo [F] of bricks [C] for the Grand City Hall in New York.
She was a wonderful craft, [G] she was big, far and _ [C] tall, and the wild [G] grins drove her.
She [C] took several bus, she had twenty [F]-seven bus, and [C] they [G] called her the Irish [F] _ [C]
Rover.
_ We had one million backs on the press [F] line of racks, [C] we had two billion [G] barrels of smoke.
_ [C] We had three million bales of old land [F] he had stole, [C] we had four [G] billion barrels [C] of cloves.
We had five million hearts, [G] six million bones, [C] seven million [G] barrels per quarter.
[C] We had eight million sides of old [F] grinders, and I [C] picked a hole [G] of the [F] Irish [C] Rover. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ We had sailed seven years when the measles [F] broke out, [C] and the ship lost its way [G] in the fog.
The ship, [C] by the way, you love a crew, was reduced down [F] to two, just [C] me, so, [G] and the captain's [C] old tub.
Then the ship struck a rock, [G] oh, what a shock!
[C] The bulkhead was turned [G] right out.
_ _ _ _ Turned nine times [C] _ around, and the poor old tub [F] was found.
Oh, you'll know. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] We had a hold of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
_ We had one million backs on the press [F] line of racks, [C] we had two million barrels [G] of smoke.
We [C] had three million bales of old [F] land he had stole, [C] we had four [G] million [C] barrels of cloves.
We had five million hearts, [G]
six million bones, [C] seven million barrels [G] per quarter.
[C] We had eight million sides of old [F] grinders, and I picked [C] a hole [G] of _ [F] _ _
[C] _ the Irish _ Rover. _
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You mother [F] swans in hell!
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_ On that fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six, we set sail for the sweet [G] Covent Park.
[C] We were sated away with a cargo [F] of bricks [C] for the Grand City Hall in New York.
She was a wonderful craft, [G] she was big, far and _ [C] tall, and the wild [G] grins drove her.
She [C] took several bus, she had twenty [F]-seven bus, and [C] they [G] called her the Irish [F] _ [C]
Rover.
_ We had one million backs on the press [F] line of racks, [C] we had two billion [G] barrels of smoke.
_ [C] We had three million bales of old land [F] he had stole, [C] we had four [G] billion barrels [C] of cloves.
We had five million hearts, [G] six million bones, [C] seven million [G] barrels per quarter.
[C] We had eight million sides of old [F] grinders, and I [C] picked a hole [G] of the [F] Irish [C] Rover. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ We had sailed seven years when the measles [F] broke out, [C] and the ship lost its way [G] in the fog.
The ship, [C] by the way, you love a crew, was reduced down [F] to two, just [C] me, so, [G] and the captain's [C] old tub.
Then the ship struck a rock, [G] oh, what a shock!
[C] The bulkhead was turned [G] right out.
_ _ _ _ Turned nine times [C] _ around, and the poor old tub [F] was found.
Oh, you'll know. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] We had a hold of the [G] Irish [C] Rover.
_ We had one million backs on the press [F] line of racks, [C] we had two million barrels [G] of smoke.
We [C] had three million bales of old [F] land he had stole, [C] we had four [G] million [C] barrels of cloves.
We had five million hearts, [G]
six million bones, [C] seven million barrels [G] per quarter.
[C] We had eight million sides of old [F] grinders, and I picked [C] a hole [G] of _ [F] _ _
[C] _ the Irish _ Rover. _
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You mother [F] swans in hell!
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