Rocky Road To Dublin
Rocky Road To Dublin – Irish drinking songs – Hard Green
In the merry month of June from mi 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 rattle all over the bogs
Frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin whack follol derah
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight mi spirits blithe and early
Took a drop of a pure keep me heart from sinking Thats the Paddy’s cure whenever he’s on for drinking
To see the lassties smile, laughing all the while At mi curious style, ‘twould set your heart a-bubblin’
And asked if I was hired wages I required to lay Was nearly tired on the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin whack follol derah
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived the view of that fine city
Well then I took a stroll,all among the quality Bundle it was stolen all in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind,when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin’
‘Quiring for the rogue,said me Connaught brogue It wasn’t much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin whack follol derah
From there I got away, me spirits never falling 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 did some hearty rigs Played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin whack follol derah
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” a says I, Shillely I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin’
With a “lo!” and “hurray!” joined in the affray Quickily cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin whack follol derah
Rocky Road To Dublin – Irish drinking songs – Hard Green
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Rocky Road To Dublin – Irish drinking songs – Hard Green
