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Rocky Road to Dublin, The
Sheet Music (and more information about this song)
Well in the merry month of May from my home I parted
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
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs
And frightening 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 ways to Dublin
In Mullingar 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 sinkin',
That's a paddy's cure, whenever he's on for drinking,
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
At my curious style, would set your heart a-bubbling,
They asked if I was hired, what wages I required,
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city,
Then I took a stroll out among the quality,
My bundle it was stole in a neat locality,
Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
From there I got away my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay as the 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 funny jigs
Danced among the rigs, the water round me bubblin'
When off Holyhead I wished myself was dead,
Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it,
Blood began to boil, temper I was losin'
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'
"Hurrah my soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly,
Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobblin',
Then with a loud hurray, they joined in the affray,
We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.
Comp.: words by D.K. Gavan
Information: See also hop jig#6, slip jig#50
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