Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rocky Road to Dublin , by - Firkin. Song from the album Whup!, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 03.11.2010
Record label: Pump Jump
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rocky Road to Dublin , by - Firkin. Song from the album Whup!, in the genre Фолк-рокRocky Road to Dublin |
| Well in the merry month of May, I from my home I started, |
| Left the girls in Tuam a-nearly broken-hearted. |
| Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother, |
| Drank a pint of beer, my tears and grief to smother; |
| Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born. |
| Cut a stout black-thorn to banish ghost and goblin; |
| Brand new pair of brogues, Rattling o’er the |
| 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 way to Dublin, whack-for-al-de-ay! |
| In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary |
| Started by daylight, next morning bright and early; |
| Took a drop of the pure, keep the hearts from sinking, |
| That’s the Paddy’s cure, whenever he’s on drinking. |
| See the lassies smile, laughing all the while |
| At me daring style, 'twould set heart a-hubbling. |
| Asked me I was hired, wages I required. |
| Until I almost tired on the rocky road to Dublin. |
| In Dublin next arrived, I thought it was a pity |
| To be so soon deprived of a view of that fine city;' |
| Decided to take a stroll, all among the quality, |
| Bundle it was stolen in that neat locality, |
| Something crossed my mind, when I look behind. |
| No bundle could I find upon my stick a-wobbling. |
| Inquiring 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 stage, just as the ship was sailing. |
| Captain at me roared, said that no room had he. |
| Then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy. |
| Down among the pigs I played such hearty rigs, |
| Danced some hearty jigs, with water round me bubbling. |
| Off to Holyhead, I wished meself was dead, |
| Or b etter far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin. |
| The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed |
| Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it; |
| My blood began to boil, my temper I was losing. |
| And poor old Erin’s Isle, they all began abusing. |
| Hurrah! |
| my boys, says I, let shillelagh fly. |
| Galway boys were nigh, they see I was a hobble in; |
| Then with a loud hooray joined the a-fray. |
| Soon we cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin. |
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