[C]　[F]　[C]　[G]

 

[C]　[F]　[C]　[G]　[C]

 

On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and[F]six,

We set[C]sail from the sweet cobh of[G]Cork

We were[C]sailing away with a cargo of[F]bricks for

the[C]grand city[G]hall in New[C]York

'Twas a wonderful craft, She was[G]rigged fore and aft,

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

She'd[C]several blasts, She'd twenty-seven[F]masts,

And they[C]called her the[G]Irish[C]Rover

 

We had one million bags of the[F]best Sligo rags,

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

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

We had[C]four million[G]barrels of[C]bones

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

[C]Seven million barrels of[G]porter

 

We had[C]eight million bails of old nanny goats[F]tails,

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

 

[D]　[G]　[D]　[A]

 

[D]　[G]　[D]　[A]　[D]

 

[D]　[A]　[D]　[A]

 

[D]　[G]　[D]　[A]　[D]

 

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

And the[D]ship lost it's way in the[A]fog

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

Just my[D]self and the[A]captain's old[D]dog

Then the ship struck a rock, Oh[A]Lord what a shock,

The[D]bulkhead was turned right[A]over

Turned[D]nine times around and the poor old dog was[G]drowned,

And the[D]last of the Irish[A]Rover[D]

 

[D]　[G]　[D]　[Bm]　[A]

 

[D]　[G]　[D]　[A]　[D]

 

[D]　[A]　[D]　[A]

 

[D]　[G]　[D]　[A]　[D]