Pogues & Dubliners, The Irish Rover (1987)
^{Key: :[G#] (w: Traditional) (Clancy Brothers, 1962, Key: A)}

INTRO: [G#] [C#] [G#] [D#] [G#]

VERSE 1:
On the [G#] fourth of July eighteen hundred and [C#] six
We set [G#] sail from the sweet Cobh quay of [D#] Cork
We were [G#] sailing away with a cargo of [C#] bricks
For the [G#] grand city [D#] hall in New [G#] York

VERSE 2:
'Twas an [G#] wonderful craft, she was [D#] rigged fore and aft
And [G#] how the wild winds [D#] drove her
She [G#] stood several blasts, she had [Fm] twenty three [C#] masts
And they [G#] called her the Irish [D#] Ro-[G#]-ver

VERSE 3:
We had [G#] one million bags of the best Sligo [C#] rags
We had [G#] two million barrels of [D#] stones
We had [G#] three million sides of old blind horses [C#] hides
We had [G#] four million [D#] barrels of [G#] bones

VERSE 4:
We had [G#] five million hogs, [D#] six million dogs
We had [G#] seven million barrels of [D#] porter
We had [G#] eight million bales of old [Fm] nanny goat [C#] tails
In the [G#] hold of the Irish [D#] Ro-[G#]-ver

VERSE 5:
There was [G#] awl Mickey Coote, Who played hard on his [C#] flute
And the [G#] ladies lined up for a [D#] set
He would [G#] tootle with skill, For each sparkling quad-[C#]-rille
Though the [G#] dancers were [D#] fluther'd and [G#] bet

VERSE 6:
With his [G#] smart witty talk, He was [D#] cock of the walk
As he [G#] rolled the dames under and [D#] over
They all [G#] knew at a glance, when he [Fm] took up his [C#] stance
That he [G#] sailed in The Irish [D#] Ro-[G#]-ver

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]

VERSE 7:
There was [G#] Barney McGee from the banks of the [C#] Lee
There was [G#] Hogan from County Ty-[D#]-rone
There was [G#] Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of [C#] work
And a [G#] chap from West-[D#]-meath called Ma-[G#]-lone

VERSE 8:
There was [G#] Slugger O'Toole who was [D#] drunk as a rule
And [G#] fighting Bill Tratcy from [D#] Dover
And your [G#] man Mick McCann from the [Fm] banks of the [C#] Bann
Was the [G#] skipper of the Irish [D#] Ro-[G#]-ver

VERSE 9:
We had [G#] sailed seven years when the measels broke [C#] out
And our [G#] ship lost it's way in the [D#] fog
Then the [G#] whole of the crew was reduced down to [C#] two
Just my-[G#]-self and the [D#] captain's old [G#] dog

VERSE 10:
The ship [G#] struck a rock, [D#] Lord what a shock
The [G#] boat, it was flipped right [D#] over
Turned [G#] nine times around and the [Fm] poor old dog was [C#] drowned
I'm the [G#] last of the Irish [D#] Ro-[G#]-ver

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]