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Rocky Road to Dublin
Jack O'Connell
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Brian Dunphy
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Then off to reap the corn
And leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn
For to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of brogues
To rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs
On the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Well, in the merry month of May, from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam, were nearly broken-hearted
Saluted the father, dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn yo banish ghosts and goblins
Brand-new pair of brogues, rattlin' over the bogs
And frightnin' all the dogs 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-lol-le-dah!
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, next morning bright and airy
Jug a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure, whenever he's on drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, would set your heart a-bubbling
And asked if I was hired, wages I required
'Til 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-lol-le-dah!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll all among the quality
Bundle it was stole in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind when I looked behind
No bundle could I find, upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught 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-lol-le-dah!
From there I got away, me spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay, just 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, played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin'
When off to Holyhead, wished me-self 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-lol-le-dah!
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called me-self a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle, they began abusing
"Hurrah, me soul!", says I, me shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin'
With a loud, "Hurray!", joinin' in the affray
We quickly cleared the way 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-lol-le-dah!
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-le-dah!
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-le-dah!
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