Chords for The Dubliners & The Pogues LIVE - "The Irish Rover" - HQ
Tempo:
135.9 bpm
Chords used:
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E
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [D]
[G] On the 4th of July, [C] 1806, [D] we set sail from the street called McCork.
We [G] were sailing away with a cartload [Em] of bricks for [D] the Grand City Hall in New York.
It was a wonderful craft, [D] she was rigged for the dabs, [G] and oh how the wild wind blowed her.
She stood several blasts, she had 27 [C] masts, [D] and they called her the Irish [G] Grover.
We had 1 million pikes hooked up with [C] slugger rigs, [G] we had 2 million barrels [D] of coal.
We had [G] 3 million piles of old nanny [C] goat's tails, [D] we had 4 million barrels [G] of stone.
We had 5 million [D] ducks, 6 million herds, 7 million barrels of boards.
We had [G] 8 million eyes of old blind horses' hides, and oh, that the Irish [D] Grover.
There was our little Mickey Toot, who played hard [C] on his flute, [G] when the ladies lined up [D] for a set.
He would tootle with skill for his sparkling [C] quadrille, [D] till the dancers were flutered [G] and bent.
When he smirked, when he talked, [D] he was cock of the wog, [G] and he rolled the dame down [D] there and over.
They are [G] due an advance, when he took up his [D] stance, and he sang in the Irish Grover.
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[G] There was Burt Lee McGee, from the banks [C] of the Lee, [G] there was Hogan from Cavalier [D] Salon.
[G] There was Chuck McGurk, who was scared stiff [C] of work, and [D] a man from his [G] main caballon.
There was [D] Slugger Rotto, who was drunk as a roe, and finally, that shitey from Dover.
I am Rick [G] McKen, from the banks of the Bug, the scared friendly Irish [D] Grover.
For a sailor, it's always a bother in life, it's so lonesome by night and [D] by day.
Then he [G] longs for the shore, and a pretty [C] young whore, [D] who will melt all his troubled [G] wing.
All the nighers and the rout, fillet [D] what genius out, [D] for him soon is done and over.
What a [G] love of a maid, he'll never afraid, and a song from the Irish [G] Grover.
When he sailed seventy eight, from an amazing [C] broker, [G] he should have lost his way [D] on the Fod.
I don't know why he was so just down [C] the [D] tube, but he had a bad luck
[G] On the 4th of July, [C] 1806, [D] we set sail from the street called McCork.
We [G] were sailing away with a cartload [Em] of bricks for [D] the Grand City Hall in New York.
It was a wonderful craft, [D] she was rigged for the dabs, [G] and oh how the wild wind blowed her.
She stood several blasts, she had 27 [C] masts, [D] and they called her the Irish [G] Grover.
We had 1 million pikes hooked up with [C] slugger rigs, [G] we had 2 million barrels [D] of coal.
We had [G] 3 million piles of old nanny [C] goat's tails, [D] we had 4 million barrels [G] of stone.
We had 5 million [D] ducks, 6 million herds, 7 million barrels of boards.
We had [G] 8 million eyes of old blind horses' hides, and oh, that the Irish [D] Grover.
There was our little Mickey Toot, who played hard [C] on his flute, [G] when the ladies lined up [D] for a set.
He would tootle with skill for his sparkling [C] quadrille, [D] till the dancers were flutered [G] and bent.
When he smirked, when he talked, [D] he was cock of the wog, [G] and he rolled the dame down [D] there and over.
They are [G] due an advance, when he took up his [D] stance, and he sang in the Irish Grover.
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[G] There was Burt Lee McGee, from the banks [C] of the Lee, [G] there was Hogan from Cavalier [D] Salon.
[G] There was Chuck McGurk, who was scared stiff [C] of work, and [D] a man from his [G] main caballon.
There was [D] Slugger Rotto, who was drunk as a roe, and finally, that shitey from Dover.
I am Rick [G] McKen, from the banks of the Bug, the scared friendly Irish [D] Grover.
For a sailor, it's always a bother in life, it's so lonesome by night and [D] by day.
Then he [G] longs for the shore, and a pretty [C] young whore, [D] who will melt all his troubled [G] wing.
All the nighers and the rout, fillet [D] what genius out, [D] for him soon is done and over.
What a [G] love of a maid, he'll never afraid, and a song from the Irish [G] Grover.
When he sailed seventy eight, from an amazing [C] broker, [G] he should have lost his way [D] on the Fod.
I don't know why he was so just down [C] the [D] tube, but he had a bad luck
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[G] _ _ _ _ On the 4th of July, _ _ [C] 1806, [D] we set sail from the street called McCork.
We [G] were sailing away with a cartload [Em] of bricks for [D] the Grand City Hall in New York.
_ It was a wonderful craft, [D] she was rigged for the dabs, [G] and oh how the wild wind blowed her.
She stood several blasts, she had 27 [C] masts, [D] and they called her the Irish [G] _ Grover.
_ We had 1 million pikes hooked up with [C] slugger rigs, [G] we had 2 million barrels [D] of coal.
_ We had [G] 3 million piles of old nanny [C] goat's tails, [D] we had 4 million barrels [G] of stone.
We had 5 million [D] ducks, 6 million herds, 7 million barrels of boards.
We had [G] 8 million eyes of old blind horses' hides, and oh, that the Irish [D] _ Grover.
_ There was our little Mickey Toot, who played hard [C] on his flute, [G] when the ladies lined up [D] for a set.
_ He would tootle with skill for his sparkling [C] quadrille, [D] till the dancers were flutered [G] and bent.
_ When he smirked, when he talked, [D] he was cock of the wog, [G] and he rolled the dame down [D] there and over.
They are [G] due an advance, when he took up his [D] stance, and he sang in the Irish _ Grover. _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ There was Burt Lee McGee, from the banks [C] of the Lee, [G] there was Hogan from Cavalier [D] Salon.
_ [G] There was Chuck McGurk, who was scared stiff [C] of work, and [D] a man from his [G] main caballon.
There was [D] Slugger Rotto, who was drunk as a roe, and finally, that shitey from Dover.
I am Rick [G] McKen, from the banks of the Bug, the scared friendly Irish [D] _ Grover.
_ For a sailor, it's always a bother in life, it's so lonesome by night and [D] by day.
_ Then he [G] longs for the shore, and a pretty [C] young whore, [D] who will melt all his troubled [G] wing.
All the nighers and the rout, fillet [D] what genius out, [D] for him soon is done and over.
What a [G] love of a maid, he'll never afraid, and a song from the Irish [G] _ Grover.
_ When he sailed seventy eight, from an amazing [C] broker, [G] he should have lost his way [D] on the Fod.
_ I don't know why he was so just down [C] the [D] tube, but he had a bad luck
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[G] _ _ _ _ On the 4th of July, _ _ [C] 1806, [D] we set sail from the street called McCork.
We [G] were sailing away with a cartload [Em] of bricks for [D] the Grand City Hall in New York.
_ It was a wonderful craft, [D] she was rigged for the dabs, [G] and oh how the wild wind blowed her.
She stood several blasts, she had 27 [C] masts, [D] and they called her the Irish [G] _ Grover.
_ We had 1 million pikes hooked up with [C] slugger rigs, [G] we had 2 million barrels [D] of coal.
_ We had [G] 3 million piles of old nanny [C] goat's tails, [D] we had 4 million barrels [G] of stone.
We had 5 million [D] ducks, 6 million herds, 7 million barrels of boards.
We had [G] 8 million eyes of old blind horses' hides, and oh, that the Irish [D] _ Grover.
_ There was our little Mickey Toot, who played hard [C] on his flute, [G] when the ladies lined up [D] for a set.
_ He would tootle with skill for his sparkling [C] quadrille, [D] till the dancers were flutered [G] and bent.
_ When he smirked, when he talked, [D] he was cock of the wog, [G] and he rolled the dame down [D] there and over.
They are [G] due an advance, when he took up his [D] stance, and he sang in the Irish _ Grover. _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ There was Burt Lee McGee, from the banks [C] of the Lee, [G] there was Hogan from Cavalier [D] Salon.
_ [G] There was Chuck McGurk, who was scared stiff [C] of work, and [D] a man from his [G] main caballon.
There was [D] Slugger Rotto, who was drunk as a roe, and finally, that shitey from Dover.
I am Rick [G] McKen, from the banks of the Bug, the scared friendly Irish [D] _ Grover.
_ For a sailor, it's always a bother in life, it's so lonesome by night and [D] by day.
_ Then he [G] longs for the shore, and a pretty [C] young whore, [D] who will melt all his troubled [G] wing.
All the nighers and the rout, fillet [D] what genius out, [D] for him soon is done and over.
What a [G] love of a maid, he'll never afraid, and a song from the Irish [G] _ Grover.
_ When he sailed seventy eight, from an amazing [C] broker, [G] he should have lost his way [D] on the Fod.
_ I don't know why he was so just down [C] the [D] tube, but he had a bad luck
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