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dubliners - the rocky road to dublin lyrics

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in the merry month of may,
from my home i started,
left the girls of tuam,
nearly broken hearted,
saluted father dear,
kissed my darlin’ mother,
drank a pint of beer,
my grief and tears to smother,
then off to reap the corn,
and leave where i was born,
i cut a stout blackth-rn,
to banish ghost and goblin,
in a brand new pair of brogues,
i rattled o’er the bogs,
and frightened all the dogs,
on the rocky road to dublin.

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one, two, three, four five,
hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road
and all the ways to dublin,
whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

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 my heart from sinkin’,
that’s an irishman’s cure,
whene’er he’s on for drinking.
to see the l-sses smile,
laughing all the while,
at my curious style,
‘twould set your heart a-bubblin’.
they ax’d if i was hired,
the wages i required,
till i was almost tired,
of the rocky road to dublin.

[chorus]

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,
my bundle it was stole,
in a neat locality;
something crossed my mind,
then i looked behind;
no bundle could i find,
upon my stick a wobblin’.
enquirin’ for the rogue,
they said my connacht brogue,
wasn’t much in vogue,
on the rocky road to dublin.

[chorus]

from there i got away,
my spirits never failin’
landed on the quay
as the ship was sailin’;
captain at me roared,
said that no room had he,
when i jumped aboard,
a cabin found for paddy,
down among the pigs
i played some funny rigs,
danced some hearty jigs,
the water round me bubblin’,
when off holyhead,
i wished myself was dead,
or better far instead,
on the rocky road to dublin.

[chorus]

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 losin’,
poor ould erin’s isle
they began abusin’,
“hurrah my soul,” sez i,
my shillelagh i let fly;
some galway boys were by,
saw i was a hobble in,
then with a loud hurray,
they joined in the affray.
we quickly cleared the way,
for the rocky road to dublin.

[chorus]



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