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G C On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six G D We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork G C We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks G D G For the Grand City Hall in New York G 'Twas a wonderful craft D She was rigged fore and aft G D And oh, how the wild wind drove her G She stood several blasts Em She had twenty seven masts G D G And they called her The Irish Rover G C We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags G D We had two million barrels of stone G C We had three million sides of old blind horses hides G D G We had four million barrels of bones G We had five million hogs D And six million dogs G D Seven million barrels of porter G Em We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails G D G In the hold of the Irish Rover G C There was awl Mickey Coote G D Who played hard on his flute G C When the ladies lined up for a set G D He was tootin' with skill G For each sparkling quadrille D Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet G D With his smart witty talk G He was cock of the walk Em And he rolled the dames under and over G They all knew at a glance D When he took up his stance G That he sailed in The Irish Rover G C There was Barney McGee G D From the banks of the Lee G C There was Hogan from County Tyrone G D G There was Johnny McGirr G Who was scared stiff of work D And a man from Westmeath called Malone G D There was Slugger O'Toole G Who was drunk as a rule Em And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover G And your man, Mick MacCann D From the banks of the Bann G Was the skipper of the Irish Rover G C For a sailor it's always a bother in life G D It's so lonesome by night and day G C That he longs for the shore G D G And a charming young whore G Who will melt all his troubles away D Oh, the noise and the rout G D Swillin' poitin and stout G For him soon the torment's over Em Of the love of a maid G D He is never afraid G An old salt from the Irish Rover G C We had sailed seven years G D When the measles broke out G C And the ship lost its way in the fog G D G And that whale of a crew G Was reduced down to two D Just myself and the Captain's old dog G D Then the ship struck a rock G Oh Lord what a shock Em The bulkhead was turned right over G Turned nine times around D And the poor old dog was drowned G I'm the last of The Irish Rover