Rocky Road To Dublin

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In the merry month of May from my home I started, 
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Left the girls of Tuam-nearly broken-hearted, 
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Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother, 
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Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother, 
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Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born, 
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I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin, 
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In a brand-new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs, 
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And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin. 
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     hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road 
 
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     and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra. 

 

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In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, 
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Started by daylight next morning light and airy, 
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Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinking, 
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That's an Paddy'd cure, whene'er he's on for drinking, 
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To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while, 

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At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling, 

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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. 
(A)       (C)         (Dm) 
 One, two, three, four five 

     Dm 
     hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road 

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     and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra. 



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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 out among the quality, 
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My bundle it was stole in a neat locality; 
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Something crossed me mind, then I looked behind, 
      
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No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin', 
       
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Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue, 
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Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin. 
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 One, two, three, four five 

  
     Dm 
     hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road 
      
         C                       Am        C      Dm 
     and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra. 

       

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From there I got away me spirits never failing, 
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Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing, 
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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 to Holyhead I wished meself was dead, 
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Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin. 
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 One, two, three, four five 

     
     Dm 
     hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road 
      
         C                       Am        C      Dm 
     and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra.
 
       

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The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, 
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Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it; 
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Me blood began to boil, temper I was losin', 
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Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin', 
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"Hurrah my soul!" says I, let my shillelagh fly, 
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Some Galway boys came by, saw I was a hobblein', 
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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. 
(A)       (C)         (Dm) 
 One, two, three, four five 

     Dm 
     hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road 
      
         C                       Am        C      Dm 
     and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra.