The Rocky Road To Dublin Lyrics - Singles - Clandestine

Merry month of June, 

And from my home I started, 

Left the girls of Tuam, 

Nearly broken hearted; 

Saluted father dear, 

Kissed my darlin' mother, 

drank a pint of beer, 

my grief and tears to smother. 

Off to reap the corn, 

leave where I was born, 

Cut a stout blackthorn 

to banish ghosts and goblins; 

In a brand new pair of brogues, 

I rattled o'er the bogs, 

Frightened all the dogs 

on the rocky road to Dublin. 

Chorus: One two three four five, 

hunt the hare and turn her 

down the rocky road 

all the way to Dublin, 

One two three four five! 

In Mulingar that night, 

I rested limbs so weary, 

Started by daylight, 

Next morning, light and airy; 

Took a drop of the pure, 

to keep my heart from sinking, 

That's a Paddy's cure, 

Whenever he's for drinking. 

See the lassies smile, 

Laughing all the while, 

At my daring style, 

'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'; 

They asked if I was hired, 

Wages I required, 

'Til I was almost tired 

of the rocky road to Dublin. 

Chorus: 

In Dublin next arrived, 

and thought it such a pity 

to be so soon deprived, 

a view of that fine city; 

When I took a stroll, 

all among the quality, 

My bundle it was stole, 

in that neat locality. 

Something crossed my mind, 

Then I looked behind, 

no bundle I could find, 

upon my stick a-wobblin'; 

Enquiring for the rogue, 

They said my Connaught brogue 

wasn't much in vogue, 

on the rocky road to Dublin. 

Chorus: 

Then the following day, 

Spirits never failing, 

I landed on the quay, 

Just as a ship was sailing; 

Captain at me roared, 

Said that no room had he, 

When I jumped aboard, 

A cabin found for Paddy. 

Down among the pigs, 

I played some merry rigs, 

I danced some hearty jigs, 

The water 'round me bubblin'; 

When off Holyhead, 

I wished meself was dead, 

Or better far instead, 

on the rocky road to Dublin. 

Chorus: 

The boys of Liverpool, 

when we safely landed, 

called meself a fool, 

I could no longer stand it; 

Blood began to boil, 

me temper it was risin', 

for old Erin's isle, 

they began abusing. 

"Hurrah, me soul!" said I, 

me shillelagh I let fly, 

some Galway boys were by, 

they saw I was a-hobblin'; 

with a loud Hurray! 

they joined in the affray, 

we quickly cleared the way, 

for the rocky road to Dublin. 

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