
Date of issue: 03.11.2010
Record label: Pump Jump
Song language: English
Rocky 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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