Irish Rover Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

G C

G D

G C

G D G

G D

G D

G Em

G D G

So once you get the hang of it you're set. This is a whacky song so don't hold

back from going a little crazy and having fun!

Here's the lyrics with an example of when the chords are played:

  On the GFourth of July, eighteen Chundred and six

  We set Gsail from the sweet Cobh of DCork

  We were Gsailing away with a Ccargo of bricks

  For the GGrand City DHall in New GYork

  'Twas a Gwonderful craft

  She was Drigged fore and aft

  And Goh, how the wild wind Ddrove her

  She stood Gseveral blasts

  She had tEmwenty seven masts

  And they Gcalled her The DIrish GRover

  We had Gone million bags of the Cbest Sligo rags

  We had Gtwo million barrels of sDtone

  We had Gthree million sides of old Cblind horses hides

  We had Gfour million Dbarrels of Gbones

  We had Gfive million hogs

  And Dsix million dogs

  GSeven million barrels of Dporter

  We had Geight million bails of old Emnanny-goats' tails

  In the Ghold of the DIrish GRover

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

There was Barney McGee

From the banks of the Lee

There was Hogan from County Tyrone

There was Johnny McGirr

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

For a sailor it's always a bother in life

It's so lonesome by night and day

That he longs for the shore

And a charming young whore

Who will melt all his troubles away

Oh, the noise and the rout

Swillin' poitin and stout

For him soon the torment's over

Of the love of a maid

He is never afraid

An old salt from the Irish Rover

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 bulkhead was turned right over

Turned nine times around

And the poor old dog was drowned

I'm the last of The Irish Rover