Add song: The Pogues - The Irish Rover

songs/The_Pogues/The_Irish_Rover.sg

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+\selectlanguage{english}
+\songcolumns{2}
+\beginsong{Irish Rover}
+  [by=The Pogues,cov=best-of-the-pogues,album=Best of the Pogues]
+
+  \cover
+  \gtab{Sol}{320003}
+  \gtab{Do}{X32010}
+  \gtab{Ré}{XX00232}
+
+  \beginverse
+    \[Sol]On the fourth of July 
+    Eighteen hundred and \[Do]six 
+    We set \[Sol]sail from the sweet cove of \[Ré]Cork 
+    We were \[Sol]sailing away 
+    With a cargo of \[Do]bricks
+    For the \[Sol]grand city \[Ré]hall in New \[Sol]York
+  \endverse
+
+  \beginverse*
+    It was an \[Sol]wonderful craft
+    She was \[Ré]rigged fore and aft 
+    And oh, \[Sol]how the wild wind \[Ré]drove her
+    She stood \[Sol]several blasts
+    She had \[Do]twenty seven masts
+    And they \[Sol]called her the \emph{Irish \[Ré]Ro\[Sol]ver}
+  \endverse
+
+  \beginverse
+    We had one million bags 
+    Of the best Sligo rags
+    We had two million barrels of stone
+    We had three million sides 
+    Of old blind horses hides
+    We had four million barrels of bones
+  \endverse
+
+  \beginverse*
+    We had five million hogs
+    And six million dogs
+    Seven million barrels of porter
+    We had eight million bails 
+    Of old nanny-goats' tails
+    In the hold of the \emph{Irish Rover}
+  \endverse
+
+
+  \beginverse
+    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
+  \endverse
+
+  \beginverse*
+    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 \emph{Irish Rover}
+  \endverse
+
+
+  \beginverse
+    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
+  \endverse
+
+  \beginverse*
+    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 \emph{Irish Rover}
+  \endverse
+
+
+  \beginverse
+    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
+  \endverse
+
+  \beginverse*
+    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
+    And the las of the \emph{Irish Rover}
+  \endverse
+
+\endsong