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Abc sheet music for Irish Rover
X:2189 T:Irish Rover R:song Z:id:hn-song-17 M:2/4 L:1/16 Q:1/4=60 K:A EC | A,2 CD E2 AB | c2 BG A2 GF | E2 FE C2 DC | B,6 EC | A,2 CD E2 AB | c2 BG A2 GF | E2 GA B2 GE | A6 EE | A A2 B c2 BA | B2 BG E3 E | A2 AB c2 A2 | (B2 G2) E2 EC | A,2 CD E2 AB | cc BG A2 GF | E2 GA B2 GE | B4 A2 || W:On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six W:We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork W:We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks W:For the grand city hall in New York W:'Twas a wonderful craft W:She was rigged fore and aft W:And oh, how the wild wind drove her W:She stood several blasts W:She had twenty seven masts W:And they called her The Irish Rover W: W:We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags W:We had two million barrels of stone W:We had three million sides of old blind horses hides W:We had four million barrels of bone W:We had five million hogs W:and six million dogs W:Seven million barrels of porter W:We had eight million bales of old nanny goats tails W:In the hold of the Irish Rover W: W:There was Barney McGee W:From the banks of the Lee W:There was Hogan from County Tyrone W:There was Johnny McGurk W:Who was scared stiff of work W:And a man from Westmeath called Malone W:There was Slugger O'Toole W:Who was drunk as a rule W:And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover W:And your man, Mick McCann W:From the banks of the Bann W:Was the skipper of the Irish Rover W: W:There was old Mickey Coote W:Who played hard on his flute W:When the ladies lined up for the set W:He was tootin' with skill W:For each sparkling quadrille W:'Til the dancers were fluthered and bet W:With his smart witty talk W:He was cock of the walk W:As he rolled the dames under and over W:They all knew at a glance W:When he took up his stance W:That he sailed in The Irish Rover W: W:For a sailor it's always the bother in life W:It's so lonesome by night and by day W:And he longs for the shore W:and the charming young whore W:Who will melt all his troubles away W:All the noise and the rout W:Swillin' poiteen and stout W:For him soon are done and over W:Of the love of a maid he is never afraid W:When he sails in the Irish Rover W: W:We had sailed seven years W:When the measles broke out W:And the ship lost its way in the fog W:And that deuce of a crew W:Was reduced down to two W:Just myself and the captain's old dog W:When the ship struck a rock W:Oh Lord, what a shock! W:The boat she was turned right over W:Turned nine times around W:And the poor old dog was drowned W:I'm the last of The Irish Rover