Chords for The Irish Rover
Tempo:
125.9 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Gm
Eb
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
In the year of our Lord, [Gm] 1806, We set sail from the coal [F]-calf port.
We [Gm] were sailing away with the cargo [Eb] of bricks [Bb] For the Grand City Hall in New York.
With an elegant craft [F] she was right for and daft, [Bb] And how the trade [G] winds drove her,
She [Gm] had twenty-three maths, She stood several [Bb] blasts a quarterly.
[F] [Bb]
There was Barney McGee from the [Gm] banks of the Lee, We had Hogan from County [F] Tyrone.
[Bb] We had Johnny McGurk, [Gm] who was scared stiff of work, And a chap [F] from Westmeath [Bb] named Malone.
There was Sliver O'Jole, who [F] was drunk as a [Bb] bone, Fighting Bill Tracy from [F] Dover.
[Gm] When your man Mick McCann from the banks [Eb] of the Fann [Bb] Was the smuggler of the year.
[F] [Bb] We had one million bags of the best [Eb] Lager Axe, [Gm] We had two million barrels [F] of Bones.
We [Bb] had three million [G] bales of our Nanny Goat's [Bb] tails, Four [F] million barrels [Bb] of Swords.
We had five million hogs [F]-eye and six million dogs, [Bb] Seven million barrels of [Gm] Border.
We had eight million sites of our [Eb] blind horse's hikes [Bb] In the port of the [F] Highbury.
[Bb] We had sailed seven years when the measles broke [G] out, And our ship lost her way in a fog.
The people in the expensive seats [N] did great.
Where were the proletariat when we needed them?
Great fog, great fog, either way, great fog.
Let's [Bb] decide in great fog.
We had sailed seven [Gm] years when the [Eb] measles broke out, [Bb] And our ship lost her way [C] in a fog.
[F] And [Gm] the whale of a crew was reduced down to two, Myself [G] and the [Bb] captain's old dog.
Well, the ship's drop a rock, oh [F] lord, what a [Bb] shock, And nearly turned [G] over [Bb] nine times around.
And the poor old [Eb] dog was drowned.
[Bb] I'm the last of the [G] Irish.
Oh
[A] [Bb] [Eb] [Bb]
[N]
We [Gm] were sailing away with the cargo [Eb] of bricks [Bb] For the Grand City Hall in New York.
With an elegant craft [F] she was right for and daft, [Bb] And how the trade [G] winds drove her,
She [Gm] had twenty-three maths, She stood several [Bb] blasts a quarterly.
[F] [Bb]
There was Barney McGee from the [Gm] banks of the Lee, We had Hogan from County [F] Tyrone.
[Bb] We had Johnny McGurk, [Gm] who was scared stiff of work, And a chap [F] from Westmeath [Bb] named Malone.
There was Sliver O'Jole, who [F] was drunk as a [Bb] bone, Fighting Bill Tracy from [F] Dover.
[Gm] When your man Mick McCann from the banks [Eb] of the Fann [Bb] Was the smuggler of the year.
[F] [Bb] We had one million bags of the best [Eb] Lager Axe, [Gm] We had two million barrels [F] of Bones.
We [Bb] had three million [G] bales of our Nanny Goat's [Bb] tails, Four [F] million barrels [Bb] of Swords.
We had five million hogs [F]-eye and six million dogs, [Bb] Seven million barrels of [Gm] Border.
We had eight million sites of our [Eb] blind horse's hikes [Bb] In the port of the [F] Highbury.
[Bb] We had sailed seven years when the measles broke [G] out, And our ship lost her way in a fog.
The people in the expensive seats [N] did great.
Where were the proletariat when we needed them?
Great fog, great fog, either way, great fog.
Let's [Bb] decide in great fog.
We had sailed seven [Gm] years when the [Eb] measles broke out, [Bb] And our ship lost her way [C] in a fog.
[F] And [Gm] the whale of a crew was reduced down to two, Myself [G] and the [Bb] captain's old dog.
Well, the ship's drop a rock, oh [F] lord, what a [Bb] shock, And nearly turned [G] over [Bb] nine times around.
And the poor old [Eb] dog was drowned.
[Bb] I'm the last of the [G] Irish.
Oh
[A] [Bb] [Eb] [Bb]
[N]
Key:
Bb
F
Gm
Eb
G
Bb
F
Gm
In the year of our Lord, _ _ [Gm] 1806, We set sail from the coal [F]-calf port.
We [Gm] were sailing away with the cargo [Eb] of bricks [Bb] For the Grand City Hall in New York.
_ With an elegant craft [F] she was right for and daft, [Bb] And how the trade [G] winds drove her,
She [Gm] had twenty-three maths, She stood several [Bb] blasts a quarterly.
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
There was Barney McGee from the [Gm] banks of the Lee, We had Hogan from County [F] Tyrone.
[Bb] We had Johnny McGurk, [Gm] who was scared stiff of work, And a chap [F] from Westmeath [Bb] named Malone.
_ There was Sliver O'Jole, who [F] was drunk as a [Bb] bone, Fighting Bill Tracy from [F] _ Dover.
[Gm] When your man Mick McCann from the banks [Eb] of the Fann [Bb] Was the smuggler of the year.
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ We had one million bags of the best [Eb] Lager Axe, [Gm] We had two million barrels [F] of Bones.
We [Bb] had three million [G] bales of our Nanny Goat's [Bb] tails, Four [F] million barrels [Bb] of Swords.
_ We had five million hogs [F]-eye and six million dogs, [Bb] Seven million barrels of [Gm] Border.
We had eight million sites of our [Eb] blind horse's hikes [Bb] In the port of the [F] Highbury.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ We had sailed seven years when the measles broke [G] out, And our ship lost her way in a fog. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The people in the expensive seats [N] did great. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Where were the proletariat when we needed them?
_ _ _ _ Great fog, great fog, either way, great fog.
Let's [Bb] decide in great fog.
We had sailed seven [Gm] years when the [Eb] measles broke out, [Bb] And our ship lost her way [C] in a fog.
[F] And [Gm] the whale of a crew was reduced down to two, Myself [G] and the [Bb] captain's old dog.
_ Well, the ship's drop a rock, oh [F] lord, what a [Bb] shock, And nearly turned [G] _ over [Bb] nine times around.
And _ the _ poor old [Eb] dog was drowned. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] I'm the last of the [G] Irish.
Oh _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We [Gm] were sailing away with the cargo [Eb] of bricks [Bb] For the Grand City Hall in New York.
_ With an elegant craft [F] she was right for and daft, [Bb] And how the trade [G] winds drove her,
She [Gm] had twenty-three maths, She stood several [Bb] blasts a quarterly.
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
There was Barney McGee from the [Gm] banks of the Lee, We had Hogan from County [F] Tyrone.
[Bb] We had Johnny McGurk, [Gm] who was scared stiff of work, And a chap [F] from Westmeath [Bb] named Malone.
_ There was Sliver O'Jole, who [F] was drunk as a [Bb] bone, Fighting Bill Tracy from [F] _ Dover.
[Gm] When your man Mick McCann from the banks [Eb] of the Fann [Bb] Was the smuggler of the year.
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ We had one million bags of the best [Eb] Lager Axe, [Gm] We had two million barrels [F] of Bones.
We [Bb] had three million [G] bales of our Nanny Goat's [Bb] tails, Four [F] million barrels [Bb] of Swords.
_ We had five million hogs [F]-eye and six million dogs, [Bb] Seven million barrels of [Gm] Border.
We had eight million sites of our [Eb] blind horse's hikes [Bb] In the port of the [F] Highbury.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ We had sailed seven years when the measles broke [G] out, And our ship lost her way in a fog. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The people in the expensive seats [N] did great. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Where were the proletariat when we needed them?
_ _ _ _ Great fog, great fog, either way, great fog.
Let's [Bb] decide in great fog.
We had sailed seven [Gm] years when the [Eb] measles broke out, [Bb] And our ship lost her way [C] in a fog.
[F] And [Gm] the whale of a crew was reduced down to two, Myself [G] and the [Bb] captain's old dog.
_ Well, the ship's drop a rock, oh [F] lord, what a [Bb] shock, And nearly turned [G] _ over [Bb] nine times around.
And _ the _ poor old [Eb] dog was drowned. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] I'm the last of the [G] Irish.
Oh _ _
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