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« The rocky road to dublin »
Cruachan
In the merry month of June, from me home I started,
Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear,
Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer,
Me grieving tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs,
and frightening all the dogs on
CHORUS:
The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five
Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road,
and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah!
Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure,
To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure,
Whenever he’s on for drinking,
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while,
At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin,
Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of
Chorus.
Well 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, bundle it was stole,
While in the neat locality,
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin,
Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on
Chorus.
Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared,
Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard,
A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin,
When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down
The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five
Well 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, for old Erin’s Isle,
They began abusing,
"Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly,
Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin
With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for
Chorus.
Left the girls a tune, nearly broken-hearted, saluted father dear,
Kissed me darlin’ mother, drank a pint of beer,
Me grieving tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
With the stout black horn to banish ghosts and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs,
and frightening all the dogs on
CHORUS:
The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five
Hunt the hare and turning her down the rocky road,
and all the way to Dublin! Whack fol lal dee rah!
Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy, took the drop o’ the pure,
To keep me heart from sinking, that’s the Paddy’s cure,
Whenever he’s on for drinking,
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while,
At me curious tales, which set your heart to bubblin,
Asked if I was hired, wages I required, till I was nearly tired of
Chorus.
Well 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, bundle it was stole,
While in the neat locality,
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle cord I find, upon me stick a wobblin,
Inquiring for the rogue, set me call to brogue, wasn’t much in vogue on
Chorus.
Well from there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared,
Said that no room had he, when I jumped aboard,
A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, they’d some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin,
When off Hollyhead, wished meself was dead, or better far instead down
The rocky road to Dublin; one two three four five
Well 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, for old Erin’s Isle,
They began abusing,
"Hurrah me soul," says I, me shillelagh I let fly,
Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a’hobblin
With a loud hurray, joining in the affray, we quickly cleared the way for
Chorus.
