The Irish Rover - The Dubliners & Friends | 40 Years Reunion: Live from The Gaiety (2003) Chords

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On the hook of July, _ [Bb] 1806 [F] we set sail from the sea called [C] the Bronx.
We [F] were sailing away with a [Bb] cargo of bricks [F] from the Grand [C] City Hall [F] in New York.
With a wonderful cast [C] she would rig for the night [F]
and know how to right [C] wind.
_ _ [F] She stood several blasts, did twenty [Bb]-seven masts, [F] and they called [C] her the [F] Irish Rover. _ _ _
We had one million bags of the best [Bb] line of rags.
[Dm] We had two million barrels [C] of stones. _
[F] We had three million sides of our blind [Bb] horses' heads.
[F] We had four [C] million [F] barrels of oars.
There were five million dogs, [C] six million hawks, [F] and seven million barrels [C] of port.
[F] We had a million bags of old lady [Bb] goats' _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _
heads.
There was our old Mickey Jakes.
He played hard, [Bb] and he played loose [F] when the ladies lined up [C] for a seat.
_ [F] He would tip to the woman's hill where he'd spark [Bb]-legged quadrille [F] till the dancers [C] were up to their [F] heads.
_ _ He was smart, and when he'd talk [C] he would cock up the woman, [F] and he would hold her down under [C] her _ _ _ [F] _ _ nose.
When he took [Bb] up his stats, [F] he [C] sang in the [F] Irish Roar. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ We had a laddy, Mickey, with a branch of [Bb] the knee, and was hogging [F] from County [C] Brown.
_ [F] There was Mickey, my cock, there was Scats, [Bb] there was Wop, [F] and a man [C] from Westby [F] called my dog.
_ There was Silver, O'Kill, [C] who would croak as a roof, [F] and White, Ben Tracy, [C] from _ nowhere.
[F] And there was a man, Big Macan, with a lance [Bb] of the bat, [F] on board [C] of the [F] Irish Roar. _ _ _ _
We had sailed seven years, and a meet [Bb] of the moment, [F] and the ship lost its way [C] in the flood. _
Then [F] a whale of a crew, with a deuce [Bb] down to two, [F] myself [C] and the [F] captain, told Don.
And the ship's cover [C] up, oh Lord what a shock, [F] loaded with perks _ [C] _
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