LyricsRocky Road to Dublin

The Dubliners

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While in the merry month of May, from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins A brand new pair of brogues to rattle o'er the bogs And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning blithe and early Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's up for drinking See the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll, all among the quality Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Inquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue 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 All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah From there I got away, me spirits never failing Landed on the quay, just 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 hearty rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah 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 losing Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in With a load "Hurray" joined in the affray Quickly cleared the way for 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 follol de rah

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