[Verse 1]
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On the fourth.......................of cork
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we were sailing................new york
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Twas a..............aft. And how..........her
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She stood several.................Irish Rover
[Verse 2]
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On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
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We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
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We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
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For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
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She was rigged fore and aft
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And oh, how the wild wind drove her
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She stood several blasts
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She had twenty seven masts
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And they called her The Irish Rover
(G'day...not too sure about that C chord, have a good one)
[Verse 3 - Ronnie Drew/Dubliners]
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
[Verse 4 - Shane McGowan/ The Pogues]
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
[Verse 5 - Ronnie Drew/Dubliners]
For a sailor it's always a bother of life
So lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore
And a charming young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
All the noise and the rout
Filled with poitin and stout
For him soon it's done and over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
An old salt from the Irish Rover
[Verse 6 - Shane McGowan & Ronnie Drew]
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock
The boat it was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
