Interpretation von: High kings
Basisaccord: C-Dur
Hauptinterpret: Jürgen
Intro
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In the Year of our Lord, eighteen-hundred-and-six, We set sail from the cold quay of Cork
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We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks, For the grand City Hall in New York
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We had an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft, And oh, how the wild wind drove her
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She had twenty-seven masts, and withstood several blasts, And they called her The Irish Rover
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There was Barney McGee, from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Charlie McGurk, who was scared stiff of work, And a chap from Westmeath, called Malone
There was Slugger O’Toole, who was drunk, as a rule, And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann, Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, We had two million barrels of bones
We had three million bales of old nanny goats‘ tails, We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million dogs, six million hogs Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million hides of old blind horses‘ eyes. In the hold of the Irish Rover
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There was oul‘ Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute, When the ladies lined up for the set
He would tootle with skill for each sparkling quadrille Till the dancers were fluther’d and bet
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance That he sailed in The Irish Rover
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Intro Flöte langsam
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Get a good, get a good get a good
We had sailed seven years, when the measles broke out, And the ship lost its way in a fog
And the whole of the crew, was reduced down to two, Just meself and the Captain’s old dog
Well, the ship struck a rock, oh lord, what a shock, The boat she turned right over
She turned nine times around and the poor dog was drowned
I’m the last of The Irish Rover