{"id":133,"date":"2025-04-15T15:28:13","date_gmt":"2025-04-15T13:28:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/?page_id=133"},"modified":"2026-06-12T11:51:38","modified_gmt":"2026-06-12T09:51:38","slug":"026-the-irish-rover","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/?page_id=133","title":{"rendered":"026. The Irish rover"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
The High kings<\/strong><\/td> G-Dur<\/strong><\/td>J\u00fcrgen<\/strong>, Sigi Busuki<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Intro<\/strong> 4 x<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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C<\/strong><\/td>B<\/strong><\/td>G#<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td>C<\/strong><\/td>B<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong>#<\/td>G<\/strong><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Gitarre Stump 2X<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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G<\/strong><\/td><\/td>C<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td>D<\/strong><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

In the Year of our Lord, eighteen-hundred-and-six, We set sail from the cold quay of Cork<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/strong><\/td><\/td>C<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td>D<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks, For the grand City Hall in New York<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/strong><\/td><\/td>D<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td>D<\/strong><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We had an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft, And oh, how the wild wind drove her<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/strong><\/td><\/td>C<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td>D<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

She had twenty-seven masts, and withstood several blasts, And they called her The Irish Rover<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Gitarre Stump 2X<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was Barney McGee, from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was Charlie McGurk, who was scared stiff of work, And a chap from Westmeath, called Malone<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was Slugger O’Toole, who was drunk, as a rule, And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann, Was the skipper of the Irish Rover<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, We had two million barrels of bones<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had three million bales of old nanny goats‘ tails, We had four million barrels of stone<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had five million dogs, six million hogs Seven million barrels of porter<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had eight million hides of old blind horses‘ eyes. In the hold of the Irish Rover<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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2 x Stump<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was oul‘ Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute, When the ladies lined up for the set<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

He would tootle with skill for each sparkling quadrille Till the dancers were fluther’d and bet<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk And he rolled the dames under and over<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance That he sailed in The Irish Rover<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Gitarre langsam, Gitarre Stump 2X.<\/strong><\/em> langsames Zwischenspiel<\/p>\n\n\n\n

C<\/strong><\/td>B<\/strong><\/td>G#<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td>C<\/strong><\/td>B<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong>#<\/td>G<\/strong><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Get a good, get a good get a good<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We had sailed seven years, when the measles broke out, And the ship lost its way in a fog<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the whole of the crew, was reduced down to two, Just meself and the Captain’s old dog<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Well, the ship struck a rock, oh lord, what a shock, The boat she turned right over<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She turned nine times around and the poor dog was drowned<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m the last of The Irish Rover<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Solo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The High kings  G-Dur J\u00fcrgen, Sigi Busuki Intro 4 x C B G# G C B G# G Gitarre Stump 2X G C G D In the Year of our Lord, eighteen-hundred-and-six, We set sail from the cold quay of Cork G C G D G We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks, For the grand City Hall in New York G D G D We had an elegant craft, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-133","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/133","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=133"}],"version-history":[{"count":25,"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/133\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1689,"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/133\/revisions\/1689"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=133"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}