Dubliners – Irish Rover chords

The Irish Rover by the Dubliners and the Pogues

This is the progression that I find most fun to play, basically the whole song goes:

    G       C
    G       D
    G       C
    G   D   G
    G       D
    G       D
    G       Em
    G   D   G

So once you get the hang of it you're set. This is a whacky song so don't hold 
back from going a little crazy and having fun!    
Here's the lyrics with an example of when the chords are played:

G C On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
G D 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
D She was rigged fore and aft
G D And oh, how the wild wind drove her
G She stood several blasts
Em She had twenty seven masts
G D G And they called her The Irish Rover
G C We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
G D 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
G We had five million hogs
D And six million dogs
G D Seven million barrels of porter
G Em 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 Who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for a set He was tootin' with skill For each sparkling quadrille Though 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 There was Barney McGee From the banks of the Lee There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Johnny McGirr Who was scared stiff of work And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole Who was drunk as a rule And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover And your man, Mick MacCann From the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover For a sailor it's always a bother in life It's so lonesome by night and day That he longs for the shore And a charming young whore Who will melt all his troubles away Oh, the noise and the rout Swillin' poitin and stout For him soon the torment's over Of the love of a maid He is never afraid An old salt from the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years When the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in the fog And that whale of a crew Was reduced down to two Just myself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock Oh Lord what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of The Irish Rover
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