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Irish Rover

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Sheet Music for "Irish Rover"Irish Roversong= 6026260202426064242606426260202426064260262022002420226220024026226260202442606426026220On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and sixWe set sail from the sweet Cobh of CorkWe were sailing away with a cargo of bricksFor the grand city hall in New York'Twas a wonderful craftShe was rigged fore and aftAnd oh, how the wild wind drove herShe stood several blastsShe had twenty seven mastsAnd they called her The Irish RoverWe had one million bags of the best Sligo ragsWe had two million barrels of stoneWe had three million sides of old blind horses hidesWe had four million barrels of boneWe had five million hogsand six million dogsSeven million barrels of porterWe had eight million bales of old nanny goats tailsIn the hold of the Irish RoverThere was Barney McGeeFrom the banks of the LeeThere was Hogan from County TyroneThere was Johnny McGurkWho was scared stiff of workAnd a man from Westmeath called MaloneThere was Slugger O'TooleWho was drunk as a ruleAnd fighting Bill Tracy from DoverAnd your man, Mick McCannFrom the banks of the BannWas the skipper of the Irish RoverThere was old Mickey CooteWho played hard on his fluteWhen the ladies lined up for the setHe was tootin' with skillFor each sparkling quadrille'Til the dancers were fluthered and betWith his smart witty talkHe was cock of the walkAs he rolled the dames under and overThey all knew at a glanceWhen he took up his stanceThat he sailed in The Irish RoverFor a sailor it's always the bother in lifeIt's so lonesome by night and by dayAnd he longs for the shoreand the charming young whoreWho will melt all his troubles awayAll the noise and the routSwillin' poiteen and stoutFor him soon are done and overOf the love of a maid he is never afraidWhen he sails in the Irish RoverWe had sailed seven yearsWhen the measles broke outAnd the ship lost its way in the fogAnd that deuce of a crewWas reduced down to twoJust myself and the captain's old dogWhen the ship struck a rockOh Lord, what a shock!The boat she was turned right overTurned nine times aroundAnd the poor old dog was drownedI'm the last of The Irish RoverTranscription: id:hn-song-17
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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
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