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On the  
[G]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 

'Twas an  
[G]elegant craft,  
[D]rigged fore and aft 

And oh,  
[G]how the wild wind  
[C]drove her 

She could  
[G]stand a great blast 

She had  
[Em]twenty seven  
[C]masts 

And they  
[G]called her The  
[D]Irish  
[G]Rover 

We had  
[G]one million bags of the best Sligo  
[C]rags 

We had  
[G]two million barrels of  
[D]stone 

We had  
[G]three million sides of old blind horses  
[C]hides 

We had  
[G]four million  
[D]barrels of  
[G]bone 

We had  
[G]five million hogs, And  
[D]six million dogs 

[G]Seven million barrels of  
[D]porter 

We had  
[G]eight million bails of old  
[Em]nanny-goats'  
[C]tails 

In the  
[G]hold of the  
[D]Irish  
[G]Rover 

There was  
[G]awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his  
[C]flute 

When the  
[G]ladies lined up for a  
[D]set 

He was  
[G]tootin' with skill for each sparkling  
[C]quadrille 

Though the  
[G]dancers were  
[D]fluther'd and  
[G]bet 

With his  
[G]smart witty talk he was  
[D]cock of the walk 

And he  
[G]rolled the dames under and  
[D]over 

They all  
[G]knew at a glance when he  
[Em]took up his  
[C]stance 

That he  
[G]sailed in The  
[D]Irish  
[G]Rover 

Instrumental: 

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There was  
[G]Barney McGee from the banks of the  
[C]Lee 

There was  
[G]Hogan from County Ty- 
[D]-rone 

There was  
[G]Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of  
[C]work 

And a  
[G]chap from West 
[D]meath called  
[G]Malone 

There was  
[G]Slugger O'Toole,  
[D]drunk as a rule 

[G]Fighting Bill Treacy from  
[D]Dover 

And your  
[G]man, Mick MacCann from the  
[Em]banks of the  
[C]Bann 

Was the  
[G]skipper of the  
[D]Irish  
[G]Rover 

We had  
[G]sailed seven years when the measles broke  
[C]out 

And our  
[G]ship lost its way in the  
[D]fog 

And that  
[G]whale of a crew was reduced down to  
[C]two 

Just  
[G]myself and the  
[D]Captain's old  
[G]dog 

Then the  
[G]ship struck a rock, oh  
[D]Lord! what a shock 

The  
[G]boat it flipped right  
[D]over 

Turned  
[G]nine times around, 

and the  
[Em]poor old dog was  
[C]drowned 

I’m the  
[G]last of the The  
[D]Irish  
[G]Rover