Song | Rocky Road To Dublin |
Artist | Young Dubliners |
Album | Pure... Celtic |
In the merry month of June, 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, | |
Then off to reap the corn, And le口口e where I was born, | |
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, | |
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs, | |
And frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
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. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da! | |
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. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da! | |
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. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da! | |
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', | |
"Hurrah my soul," 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. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da! | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da! |
In the merry month of June, 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, | |
Then off to reap the corn, And le kǒu kǒu e where I was born, | |
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, | |
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o' er the bogs, | |
And frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
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 abubblin'. | |
They ax' d if I was hired, The wages I required, | |
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whackfolladeda! | |
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. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whackfolladeda! | |
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. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whackfolladeda! | |
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', | |
" Hurrah my soul," 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. | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whackfolladeda! | |
One, two, three, four, five | |
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whackfolladeda! |