Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rocky Road To Dublin, artist - Young Dubliners. Album song With All Due Respect: The Irish Sessions, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 12.02.2007
Record label: Concord, Savoy
Song language: English
The Rocky Road To Dublin |
While in the merry month of May from me home I started, |
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted. |
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother, |
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother, |
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, |
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins; |
Bought a 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 |
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah! |
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, |
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early, |
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking; |
That’s a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking. |
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while |
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' |
Asked me was I hired, wages I required, |
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin. |
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity |
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city. |
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality; |
Me bundle it was stole, all 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, they said me Connaught brogue |
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin». |
From there I got away, me spirits never falling, |
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing. |
The 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 hearty rigs, |
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling; |
When off Holyhead I wished me self was dead, |
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin. |
Well 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 nigh and saw I was a hobble in, |
With a load «hurray» joined in the affray. |
We quietly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin. |
One, two, three, four, five, |
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road |
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah! |