The Irish Rover (The Pogues)

Play it fast, drink Guiness, embelish it, take up the banjo and
accompany yourself.


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On the fouth of July, eighteen hundred and six,
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 we set sail from the sweet port 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, 

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she was rigged fore and aft

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and Oh how the wild winds blowed her

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She stood several blasts,

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She had twenty seven masts,

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And they called her the ir is h rover.