The Rocky Road to Dublin |
Traditional, 19th Century
In the merry month of June, from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin o'er the bogs And frightenin' all the dogs on the rock road to Dublin Chorus: One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin Whack fol-laddie-ah!
2. In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary | 3. In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll all amoung the quality My bundle it was stole all in a neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' Enquirein' for the rogue, they said me Connacht brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rock road to Dublin Chorus:
4. From there I got away, me spirits never failing
5. Well, the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, |