Dubliners - Irish Rover - аккорды

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"Irish Rover" - as played by The Dubliners and The Pogues

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
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We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
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We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
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For the Grand City Hall in New York
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'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
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And oh, how the wild wind drove her
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She stood several blasts, she had twenty seven masts
         D                    G
And they called her The Irish Rover


[Verse 2]
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We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
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We had two million barrels of stone
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We had three million sides of old blind horse's hides
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We had four million barrels of bones
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We had five million hogs, and six million dogs
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Seven million barrels of porter
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We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
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In the hold of the Irish Rover


[Verse 3]
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There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
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When the ladies lined up for a set
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He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
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Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
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With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
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And he rolled the dames under and over
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They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance
        G             D     G
That he sailed in The Irish Rover


[Instrumental verse]


[Verse 4]
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There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
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There was Hogan from County Tyrone
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There was Johnny McGirr, who was scared stiff of work
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And a man from Westmeath called Malone
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There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
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And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
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And your man, Mick MacCann, from the banks of the Bann
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Was the skipper of the Irish Rover


[Verse 5]
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For a sailor it's always a bother in life
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It's so lonesome by night and by day
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That he longs for the shore, and a charming young whore
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Who will melt all his troubles away
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Oh, the noise and the rout, swillin' poitin and stout
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For him soon the torment over
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Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid
       D                   G
An old salt from the Irish Rover


[Verse 6]
       G                                         C
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
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And the ship lost its way in the fog
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And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
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Just myself and the Captain's old dog
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Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
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The bulkhead was turned right over
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Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
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I'm the last of The Irish Rover


[Instrumental verse]