Cifras
Irish Rover

Tono: G

Introducción:

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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
                                G                                                 C  
          We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
                                G                         D                            G  
          For the Grand City Hall in New York
                                G  
          'Twas a wonderful craft
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          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
                                  Em  
          She had twenty seven masts
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          And they called her The Irish Rover
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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
                             G                                                                    C  
          We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
                             G                              D                         G  
          We had four million barrels of bones
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          We had five million hogs
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          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
                             G                            D            G  
          In the hold of the Irish Rover
          There was awl Mickey Coote