The Irish Rover chords and lyrics - JOHNNY LOGAN & FRIENDS

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[Verse 1]
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On the fourth of July,
18 hundred [F]and six
We set sail [C]from the sweet cove [G]of cork
We were sail[C]ing away
with a cargo [F]of bricks
For the grand [G]city hall in [C]new york,
[G]'twas [C]a wonderful craft.
She [G]was rigged fore and aft
[Am]And oh, how [F]the wild wind [G]drove her
She stood [C]several blasts
She had twenty sev[F]en masts
And [C]they called her the irish [G]rover
[C]We

[Verse 2]
had one million bags
of the best sligo [F]rags
We had two [C]million bar[G]rels of stone.
We had three [C]million sides
of old blind horses [F]hides
We had four [C]mil[G]lion barrels [C]of bones.
We had five million hogs,
[G]And six million dogs,
Sev[Am]en mil[F]lion barrels [G]of porter,
We had eight [C]million bails
of old nanny- [F]goats' tails
In [C]the hold of the irish [G]rover.
[C]There

[Verse 3]
was aul' mickey coote
Who played hard on [F]his flute
And [C]the ladies lined up for [G]a set
He was toot[C]in' with skill
For each sparkling [F]quadrille
Though [C]the dan[G]cers were
[C]flut'erd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He [G]was cock of the walk
And [Am]he rolled the [F]dames under [G]and over
They all knew [C]at a glance
When he took up his stance
[F]That he sailed [C]in the irish [G]rover[C]

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[Verse 4]
There [C]was Barney [G]McGee
From [C]the banks of [F]the Lee
There [C]was Hogan from County [G]Tyrone
There [C]was Jonny [G]McG[C]urk
Who was scared stiff [F]of work
And a man [G]from Westmeath
called [C]Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who [G]was drunk as a rule
And fight[Am]ing B[F]ill Tracy
[G]from dover
And your man, [C]Mick MacCann
From the banks of [F]the Bann-
Was the skip[C]per of the Irish [G]Rover
[C]We

[Verse 5]
had sailed seven years
[G]When [C]the measles [F]broke out
And the ship [C]lost its way in [G]the fog
And that whale [C]of a crew
Was reduced down [F]to two
Just myself [G]and the captain's [C]old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
[G]Oh lord! what a shock
The bulk[Am]head [F]was turned [G]right over
Turned [C]nine times around
And the poor old dog was
[F]drowned
[G]I'm the last of [C]the [G]Ir ish [C]Rover[G]

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