Orthodox Celts
Rocky Road to Dublin
In the merry month of June from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, Cut the stout black thorn to banish ghost and goblins Brand new pair of brogues, rattled o'er the bogs, frightened all the dogs on rocky road to Dublin One two three four five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-ra Dm Am In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary Dm C Blinded by daylight, next morning light and airy Dm Am Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinking Dm C That's an Irish cure whenever he's on for drinking Dm Am To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while F C At my curious style, t'would set your heart a-bubblin' Dm Am Ax'd if I was hired, wages I required F C I was almost tired on rocky road to Dublin Dm One two three four five Dm F Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road C Dm And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-ra In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city And then I took a stroll all among the quality Bundle it was stole in a neat locality Something crossed me mind, then I looked behind, No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue on rocky road to Dublin One two three four five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-ra From there I got away, my spirits never failing Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing Captain at me roared, said that no room had he When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs Danced som hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin' Off to Holyhead, wished myself was dead Or better far instead on rocky road to Dublin One two three four five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-ra The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil, temper I was losin' Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin' "Hurrah me soul" sez I, me shillelagh let fly Galway boys were by, saw I was in a hobble in Then with loud hurray, joined in affray Quickly cleared the way on rocky road to Dublin One two three four five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin One two three four five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-ra
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