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70 lines
2.5 KiB
\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Rocky Road To Dublin}[by=Traditional]
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\lilypond{rocky_road_to_dublin}
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\beginverse
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In the \[Dm]merry \[C]month of \[Dm]May, From my home I started,
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Left the \[C]girls of \[Dm]Tuam, Nearly \[C]broken hearted,
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\[Dm]Saluted \[C]father \[Dm]dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
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Drank a \[C]pint of \[Dm]beer, My grief and \[C]tears to smother,
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Then \[Dm]off to reap the \[C]corn, And \[Dm]leave where I was \[C]born,
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I \[Dm]cut a stout \[C]blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
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In a \[Dm]brand new pair of \[C]brogues, I \[Dm]rattled o'er the \[C]bogs,
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And \[Dm]frightened all the \[C]dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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\[Am]One, two, \[C]three, four \[Dm]five,
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Hunt the hare and turn her
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Down the rocky road
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And all the \[C]ways to Dublin,
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\[Am]Whack-fol-\[C]lol-de-\[Dm]ra.
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
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Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
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Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
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That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
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To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
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At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
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They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,
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Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
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To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
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Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
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My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
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Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
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No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
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Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
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Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
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Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
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Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
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When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
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Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
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Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
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When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
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Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
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Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
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Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
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Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
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\og Hurrah my soul \fg , sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
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Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
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Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
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We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.
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\endverse
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\endsong
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