The Irish Rover

In the year of our Lord,

eighteen hundred and (F)six, we set (C)sail from the Coal Quay of (G)Cork.

We were (C)sailing away with a cargo of (F)bricks,

for the (C)grand city hall (G7)in New (C)York.

We'd an elegant craft, it was (G)rigged fore and aft,

and (C)how ing the trade winds from (G)drove her.

She had (C)twentythree masts and she stood sev'ral (F)blasts,

and they (C)called per her the Irish (G)(C)Rover.

There was Barney Magee from the banks of the (F)Lee.

There was (C)Hogan from County (G)Tyrone.

There was (C)Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of (F)work,

and a (C)chap from Westmeath (G7)named (C)Malone.

There was Slugger O'Toole, who was (G)drunk as a rule,

and (C)fight ing Bill Tracy from (G)Dover.

And your (C)man Mick McCann, from the banks of the (F)Bann,

was the (C)skip per on the Irish (G)(C)Rover.

There was (G)(C)Rover.