{title: Irish Rover}
{artist: The Pogues}
{album: Best of the Pogues}
{cover: best-of-the-pogues}
{language: english}
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[G]On the fourth of July
Eighteen hundred and [C]six
We set [G]sail from the sweet cove of [D]Cork
We were [G]sailing away
With a cargo of [C]bricks
For the [G]grand city [D]hall in New [G]York

It was an [G]wonderful craft
She was [D]rigged fore and aft
And oh, [G]how the wild wind [D]drove her
She stood [G]several blasts
She had [C]twenty seven masts
And they [G]called her the Irish [D]Ro[G]ver


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

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 Irish Rover


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 McGurk
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


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
And the las of the Irish Rover