Irish Songbook
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\beginsong{Rocky Road To Dublin}[by=Traditional]
\lilypond{rocky_road_to_dublin}
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\beginverse
In the \[Dm]merry \[C]month of \[Dm]May, From my home I started,
Left the \[C]girls of \[Dm]Tuam, Nearly \[C]broken hearted,
\[Dm]Saluted \[C]father \[Dm]dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a \[C]pint of \[Dm]beer, My grief and \[C]tears to smother,
Then \[Dm]off to reap the \[C]corn, And \[Dm]leave where I was \[C]born,
I \[Dm]cut a stout \[C]blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a \[Dm]brand new pair of \[C]brogues, I \[Dm]rattled o'er the \[C]bogs,
And \[Dm]frightened all the \[C]dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.
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\endverse
\beginchorus
\[Am]One, two, \[C]three, four \[Dm]five,
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Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the \[C]ways to Dublin,
\[Am]Whack-fol-\[C]lol-de-\[Dm]ra.
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\endchorus
\beginverse
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 lasses 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.
\endverse
\beginverse
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.
\endverse
\beginverse
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.
\endverse
\beginverse
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',
\og Hurrah my soul \fg , 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.
\endverse
\endsong