rocky road to dublin
Singer: fiddler's green
in the merry month of june
from me home i started
left the girls of tuam nearly broken hearted
saluted father dear
kissed my darling mother
drank a pint of beer
me grief and tears to smother
then
off to reap the corn and leave where i was born
i cut a stout black-thorn to banish ghost and goblin
in a brand new pair of brogues
rattling o'er the bogs
and frightening all the dogs upon the rocky road to dublin
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five: hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
in mulligar that night i rested limbs so weary
started by daylight next morning bright and early
took a drop of the pure
to keep my heart from sinking
that's the paddy's cure
whene'er he's up for drinking
to see the lassies smile
laughing all the while
at my curious style
'twould set your heart-a-bubblin'
they asked if i was hired
wages i required
i was almost tired of the rocky road to dublin
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two
three
four
five: hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
in dublin next arrived
i thought it such a pity
to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
so then i took a stroll all among the quality
my bundle it was stole all in that 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 connaught brogue
wasn't much in vogue upon the rocky road to dublin
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two
three
four
five: hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
from there i got away
my spirits never failin'
landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin'
the captain at me roared
said that no room had he
when i jumped aboard
a cabin found for paddy
down among the pigs
i danced some funny jigs
played some hearty rigs
the water round me bubblin'
when off holyhead wished myself was dead
or better far instead
upon the rocky road to dublin
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two
three
four
five: hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
one
two
three
four
five: hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
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 losin'
poor old erin's isle they began abusin'
hurrah me soul says i
me shillelagh i let fly
some galway boys were by
and saw i was a hobblin'
then with a loud hurray
joining the affray
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 wack-fol-lal-le-la
one
two
three
four
five: hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la