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The irish rover Dubliners
we se[D]t sail from th[Bm]e sweet Cobh of Cork[A],
we[D] were sailing away with a cargo of bricks [G]
[D]for the grand [A]city hall in New [D]York.
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigg[A]ed fore and aft,
and oh, h[D]ow the wild wind drove her, [A]
she c[D]ould stand a great blast, she had twenty seven masts, [G]
and[D] they called her the[A] Irish [G]Rover.
2. We had one million[D] bags of the best Sligo rags, [G]
we had two milli[D]on barrels of [Bm]stones, [A]
we had three milli[D]on sides of old blind horses hides, [G]
we had four mill[D]ion barrels of bo[A]nes. [G]
We had five million hogs, six million dogs[A],
sev[D]en million barrels of porter, [A]
we had eight mil[D]lion bales of old nanny goat tails [G]
in the hold o[D]f the Irish Rover. [A] [D]
3. There was awl Mickey C[D]oote who played hard on his flute,
when the ladies li[D]ned up for his s[Bm]et, [A]
he was tootin' w[D]ith skill for each sparkling quadrille, [G]
though the dancers wer[D]e fluther'd and bet.[A] [G]
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk, [A]
as he rolled[D] the dames under and over, [A]
they all knew at a[D] glance when he took up his stance, [G]
and he sailed i[D]n the Irish Rover[A]. [G]
4. There was Barney McGee [D]from the banks of the Lee, [G]
there was Hogan from [D]County Tyrone, [Bm] [A]
there was Johnny McG[D]uirk who was scared stiff of work, [G]
and a chap from [D]Westmeath called Malone[A]. [G]
There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule, [A]
and fight[D]ing Bill Tracy from Dover [A]
and your man Mick Mc[D]Cann from the banks of the Bann [G]
was the skipper of[D] the Irish Rover. [A] [G]
5. We had sailed seve[D]n years when the measels broke out, [G]
and our ship lost [D]it's way in the[Bm] fog, [A]
then the whole of th[D]e crew was reduced down to two, [G]
just myself and[D] the captain's ol[A]d dog. [G]
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock, [A]
the boat, [D]it was flipped right over [A]
turned nine tim[D]es around and the poor old dog was drowned, [G]
I'm the last of[D] the Irish Rover.[A] [G]
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