Irish Rover (Maggie) - The Pogues [Intro] [G] [G] [G] Verse 1: 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 She was a [G] wonderful craft, she was [D] rigged 'fore and aft And [G] oh how the wild winds [D] drove her She 'stood [G] several blasts, she had [Em] twenty-seven [C] masts And they [G] called her the [D] Irish [G] Rover Verse 2: We had [G] one million bags of the best Sligo [C] rags We had [G] two million barrels of [D] stones 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] And seven million barrels of [D] porter We had [G] eight million bales of old [Em] nanny goats' [C] tails In the [G] hold of the Irish [D] Ro-[G]ver Verse 3: 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] man from [D] Westmeath called [G] Malone There was [G] Slugger O'Toole who was [D] drunk as a rule [G] And fighting Bill Tracy from [D] Dover And your [G] man Mick McCann, from the [Em] banks of the [C] Bann Was the [G] skipper of the Irish [D] Ro-[G]ver Verse 4: We had [G] sailed seven years when the measles broke [C] out And our [G] ship lost her way in the [D] fog And the [G] whole of the crew was reduced down to [C] two 'Twas [G] meself and the [D] captain's old [G] dog Then the [G] ship struck a rock oh [D] Lord what a shock [G] The bulkhead was turned right [D] over We turned [G] nine times around - then [Em] the poor old dog was [C////] drowned [Slowly] [C] Now I'm the [G] last of the Irish [D//////] Ro-[G/////]ver