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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{The rocky road to Dublin}
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[by={The Dubliners},cover={irish-pub-songs},album={Irish pub songs}]
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\cover
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\gtab{Dm}{XX0231}
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\gtab{C}{X32010}
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\gtab{A}{X02220}
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\gtab{Am}{X02210}
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\begin{verse}
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Well in the \[Dm]merry \[C]month of \[Dm]May, from me home I started
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\[Dm]Left the \[C]girls of \[Dm]Tuam \[C]nearly broken hearted
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Sa\[Dm]luted \[C]father \[Dm]dear, kissed me darlin' mother
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\[Dm]Drank a \[C]pint of \[Dm]beer, me \[C]grief and tears to smother
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Then \[Dm]off to reap the \[C]corn, \[Dm]leave where I was \[C]born
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I \[Dm]cut a stout black\[C]thorn to banish ghost and goblin
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\[Dm]In a brand new pair of \[C]brogues, I rat\[Dm]tled over the bogs \[C]
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And \[Dm]frightened all the \[C]dogs, on the rocky rad to Dublin
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\end{verse}
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\begin{chorus}
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\[A]One, two, \[C]three, four, five \[Dm]
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\[Dm]Hunt the hare and turn her \[Dm]down
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The rocky road and \[C]all the \[Am]ways to \[C]Dublin
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\[Dm]Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
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\end{chorus}
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\begin{verse}
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In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
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Started by daylight, my spirits bright and airy
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Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinkin'
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That's the paddy's cure, whenever 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, 't'would 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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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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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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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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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 meself was dead
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Or better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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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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``Hurrah my soul'' 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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\end{verse}
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\endsong
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