Pogues - The Irish Rover Ukulele Chords

[Opening]
On the [G]Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and [C]six, we set [G]sail from the sweet Cobh 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 a [G]wonderful craft, she was [D]rigged fore and aft
And [G]oh, how the wild wind [D]drove her, she stood [G]several blasts
She had [Em]twenty seven [C]masts, and they [G]called her The Irish [D] [G]Rover

[section 2]
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]bones
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 Irish [D] [G]Rover

[section 3]
There [G]was awl Mickey Coote, who played hard on his [C]flute, when the [G]ladies lined up for a [D]set
He was [G]tooting with skill, for each [C]sparkling quadrille, [G]though the dancers were [D]fluthered and [G]bet
With [G]his 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 Irish [D] [G]Rover

[section 4]
There [G]was Barney McGee, from the banks of the [C]Lee, there was [G]Hogan from County [D]Tyrone
There was [G]Johnny McGirr, who was scared stiff of [C]work, and a [G]man from West[D]meath called [G]Malone
There [G]was Slugger O’Toole, who was [D]drunk as a rule, and Fighting [G]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 Irish [D] [G]Rover

[section 5]
For a [G]sailor it’s always a bother in [C]life, it’s so [G]lonesome by night and [D]day
That he [G]longs for the shore, and a charming young [C]whore, who will [G]melt all his [D]troubles [G]away
Oh, the [G]noise and the rout, swilling [D]poiting and stout, for [G]him soon the torment’s [D]over
Of the [G]love of a maid, he is [Em]never [C]afraid, an old [G]salt from the Irish [D] [G]Rover

[Closing]
We had [G]sailed seven years, when the measles broke [C]out, and the [G]ship lost its way in the [D]fog
And [G]that whale of a crew, was [C]reduced down to 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]bulkhead was turned right [D]over
Turned [G]nine times around, and the [Em]poor old dog was [C]drowned, I’m the [G]last of The Irish [D] [G]Rover