The Irish Rover - The Pogues & The Dubliners, 1987 Chords

[G] Okay ladies and gentlemen, especially over from London to join with us and pay tribute to the Dubliners, here's a number from the Dubs with the Poems. _ _ _ _ _ _
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On the 4th of July, _ [D] _ [C] 1806, [G] we set sail from the street [D] called the Cork. _
[G] We were sailing away with a [Bm] cargo [C] of bricks from the [G] Grand City [D] Hall in [G] New York.
But a wonderful [D] craft she was rigged for the Dubs, [G]
and oh how the wild winds [D] blow her.
[G] She stood severe blast, she had [D] 27 [C] masts, [D] and they called her the [G] Irish Roamer. _
We had one million pikes of the best [C] layer ranks, [G] we had two million barrels [D] of bone. _
[G] We had three million piles of all-none [C] eagles' tails, we had [D] four million barrels [G] of stone.
We had five million [D] ducks, six million [G] herds, seven million [A] [D] barrels of boards.
[G] We had eight million piles of all-blind [C] horses, [G] and all of the [D] Irish [G] Roamer. _
There was our Licky Coot, who played hard on [C] his plinth, when [G] the lady blowed the [D] chorus in. _
[G] He was too little of skill for his pure [C] plinth, but little [G] could a dunce earn [D] with bloater [G] than that.
When he smacked, when he [D] hocked, he was cock of the walk, [G] and he rowed the day the lair [D] of Dove.
[G] They are few at a glance, when he [Bm] took [C] up his stance, [D] and he seen in the Irish [G] _ Roamer. _ _
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_ The brigade from the [C] banks of the Lee, [G] there was Hogan from [D] Cavalier's Sarong. _
[G] There was Johnny McGurk, who was [C] scarce to work on a [D] mountain, from a sleigh [G] come along.
There was Slugger on the [D] snow, and a stroke of the rope, a fine Englishman from _ Dover.
[G] I am a big black man from the banks [C] of the Bug, [G] the Scourge and the Irish _ Roamer.
For a sailor it's always a bother in life, it's so lonesome by night [D] and by day.
[G] Then he logs for the shore, and a pity [C] of yore, [D] who will melt all his troubles [G] away. _ _
All the liars in the route, [D] Philip, but Jean is stout, [G] for him soon is [D] done and all [G] the fun will be made.
He is never [C] afraid, [D] and no song from the [G] Irish Roam. _ _
When he sailed, 78, when the [Bm] mazel [C] broke out, [G] he shook last his way [D] on the fog.
[G] And away the crew was richest [C] and the few, [D] with the stuff and the chaplains [G] of love.
Then a ship struck her [D] up, oh Lord what a [G] shock, something [D] was heard right _ over.
_ Heard [G] nine times around, _ and the poor old dog [C] was drowned. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Ah, the Irish _ Roamer! _ _ _
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