The Rocky Road To Dublin

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Merry month of May, And 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. Off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins; In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs, Frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin. Chorus: One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, One two three four five! In Mulingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, Next morning, light and airy; Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinking, That's a Paddy's cure, Whenever he's for drinking. See the lassies smile, Laughing all the while, At my daring style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'; They asked if I was hired, Wages I required, 'Til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin. Chorus: In Dublin next arrived, and thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city; When I took a stroll, all among the quality, My bundle it was stole, in that neat locality. Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind, no bundle I could find, upon my stick a-wobblin'; Enquiring for the rogue, They said my Connaught brogue wasn't much in vogue, on the rocky road to Dublin. Chorus: Then the following day, Spirits never failing, I landed on the quay, Just as a 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, I played some merry rigs, I danced some hearty jigs, The water 'round me bubblin'; When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead, Or better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin. Chorus: The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it; Blood began to boil, me temper it was risin', for old Erin's isle, they began abusing. Hurrah, me soul! said I, me shillelagh I let fly, some Galway boys were by, they saw I was a-hobblin'; 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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