The Irish Rover Chords by The Dubliners And Friends

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_ On the 4th of July, _ [Bm] _ [C] 1806, [G] we set sail from [D] the St.
Colbert Harbour. _
[G] We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks for the Grand [D] City Hall [G] in New York.
_ But a wonderful craft [D] she was rigged for the [G] daft, and know how the wild wind [D] _ blow her.
She [G] stood several blasts, she [Bm] [C] 27 masts, [D] and they called her the [G] Irish _ Rover.
_ We had one million bikes soaked up by [C] slugger rags.
We [G] had two million barrels [D] of bone.
_ [G] We had three million vials of all nanny [C] goats' tails.
We [D] had four million barrels [G] of stone.
We had five million [D] dogs, six million hearts, [G] seven million [D] barrels of boards.
[G] We had eight pints of all blind [C] horses' eyes, [G] 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.
_ [G] He would tootle, would scale for his [C] flint quadrille, and [G] the dancers [D] were flutered [G] and bent.
_ When he smiled, when he talked, he [D] was cock of the wop, [G] and he rowled a day, down [D] there and _ over.
[G] They all knew at a glance, when he took [C] up his stance, [D] that he seen in the [G] Irish _ Rover.
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Lee McGee from the banks [C] of the Neath, [G] I was Hogan from [D] Cathie's salon.
_ [G] There was Jimmy McGurk, who was [C] scared stiff of work, and [D] a man from Westmeath [G] come along.
There was Slugger [D] Rotto, I was drunk as a rope, and finally Pat Shicey from _ Dover.
[G] I am Mac McMahon from the banks [C] of the Bough, [G] the Skip and the Irish [D] _ [G] Rover. _
For a sailor it's always a bother in life, it's so lonesome by night [D] and by day.
[G] Then he longs for the shore, and [Bm] a pretty [C] young whore, [G] who will melt [D] all his troubles.
[G] _ _ _ All the knives and the rout, [D] fill up what she missed out.
[G] For him soon it's [D] done and _ over, [G] of the love of a maid.
He'll [Bm] never [C] unbraid, [D] and I'll song from the [G] Irish _ _ _ Rover.
When the sailors of the Neath, when the [Bm] maids of the [C] Bough, [G]
they should have lost this way [D] and the fog.
Out [G] of nowhere, a crew was registered, [C] and two, [D] was a sailor, and a cock and [G] some dog. _
Then a ship struck a [D] rock, oh Lord what a shock, _ [G] and it [D] was burned right over. _ _
Had [G] nine times around, _ and the poor old dog was [C] round. _ _
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study the [D] Irish [G] Rover.
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