the dubliners

the dubliners

The Dubliners - Rocky Road to Dublin

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Lyrics in the description: While in the merry month of May, from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly brokenhearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts And goblin' brand new pair of brogues to rattle o'er the bogs And frighten all the dogs on the 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-la-de-da In Mullingar that night, I rested, limbs so weary Started by daylight, next mornin' light and airy Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking That's the paddy's cure when there he's on for drinking To see the lassies smile laughing all the while At my curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin' Asked if was I hired, and wages I required Till I was almost tired over the rocky road to Dublin' One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky roads And all the way to Dublin', whack-fol-la-de-da In Dublin' next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city Then I took a stroll all among the quality Bundle it was stolen in that neat locality Something crossed me mind when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Crying after the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue It wasn't much in vogue on the 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-la-de-da From there I got away, me spirits never failing Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he Then I jumped aboard a cabin found for paddy Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs Played some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin' And when off Holyhead, wished myself was dead Or better far instead on the 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-la-de-da The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil, temper I was losing Poor Old Erin's Isle they began abusing Hooray me soul, says I, me Shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobble in With a loud hurray, they joined me in the affray Quickly cleared the way on the 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-la-de-da