Clandestine - Rocky Road To Dublin lyrics
rate meMerry month of June,<br />
And from my home I started,<br />
Left the girls of Tuam,<br />
Nearly broken hearted;<br />
Saluted father dear,<br />
Kissed my darlin' mother,<br />
Drank a pint of beer,<br />
My grief and tears to smother.<br />
Off to reap the corn,<br />
Leave where I was born,<br />
Cut a stout blackthorn<br />
To banish ghosts and goblins;<br />
In a brand new pair of brogues,<br />
I rattled o'er the bogs,<br />
Frightened all the dogs<br />
On the rocky road to Dublin.<br />
Chorus: One two three four five,<br />
hunt the hare and turn her<br />
down the rocky road<br />
all the way to Dublin,<br />
One two three four five!<br />
In Mulingar that night,<br />
I rested limbs so weary,<br />
Started by daylight,<br />
Next morning, light and airy;<br />
Took a drop of the pure,<br />
To keep my heart from sinking,<br />
That's a Paddy's cure,<br />
Whenever he's for drinking.<br />
See the lassies smile,<br />
Laughing all the while,<br />
At my daring style,<br />
'Twould set your heart a-bubblin';<br />
They asked if I was hired,<br />
Wages I required,<br />
'Til I was almost tired<br />
Of the rocky road to Dublin.<br />
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In Dublin next arrived,<br />
And thought it such a pity<br />
To be so soon deprived,<br />
A view of that fine city;<br />
When I took a stroll,<br />
All among the quality,<br />
My bundle it was stole,<br />
In that neat locality.<br />
Something crossed my mind,<br />
Then I looked behind,<br />
No bundle I could find,<br />
Upon my stick a-wobblin';<br />
Enquiring for the rogue,<br />
They said my Connaught brogue<br />
Wasn't much in vogue,<br />
On the rocky road to Dublin.<br />
Chorus:<br />
Then the following day,<br />
Spirits never failing,<br />
I landed on the quay,<br />
Just as a ship was sailing;<br />
Captain at me roared,<br />
Said that no room had he,<br />
When I jumped aboard,<br />
A cabin found for Paddy.<br />
Down among the pigs,<br />
I played some merry rigs,<br />
I danced some hearty jigs,<br />
The water 'round me bubblin';<br />
When off Holyhead,<br />
I wished meself was dead,<br />
Or better far instead,<br />
On the rocky road to Dublin.<br />
Chorus:<br />
The boys of Liverpool,<br />
When we safely landed,<br />
Called meself a fool,<br />
I could no longer stand it;<br />
Blood began to boil,<br />
Me temper it was risin',<br />
For old Erin's isle,<br />
They began abusing.<br />
"Hurrah, me soul!" said I,<br />
Me shillelagh I let fly,<br />
Some Galway boys were by,<br />
They saw I was a-hobblin';<br />
With a loud Hurray!<br />
They joined in the affray,<br />
We quickly cleared the way,<br />
For the rocky road to Dublin.<br />
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