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T: Rocky Road to Dublin
T:An Botar Sgreagmar Go Baile-Ata-Cliat, An Bothar Carrach Go Baile Atha Cliath, 
T:Black Burke, Black Rock, (The) Rocky Road (To Dublin).
S: PD Irish - FF Version
N:Wikipedia claims that 'the words were written by D. K. Gavan, "The Galway
N:Poet", for the English music hall performer Harry Clifton (1824-1872) (see
N:also "Pulling Hard Against the Stream"), who popularised the song.'
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W:
W:
W:Rocky Road to Dublin
W:
W:In the merry month of June from me home I started,
W:Left the girls of Tuam so nearly broken hearted,
W:Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother,
W:Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
W:Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
W:Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
W:In a brand new pair of brogues to rattle o'er the bogs
W:And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
W:
W:(Chorus):
W:One two three four five,
W:Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
W:And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol-lal-de-rah!
W:
W:In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
W:Started by daylight next morning bright and early
W:Took a drop o' the pure to keep me heart from sinking;
W:That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on the drinking
W:See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
W:At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'
W:Asked me was I hired, wages I required
W:Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin,
W:
W:(Chorus)
W:
W:In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
W:To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
W:Decided to take a stroll, all among the quality;
W:Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
W:Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
W:No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
W:Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
W:Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin,
W:
W:(Chorus)
W:
W:From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
W:Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
W:The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
W:When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
W:Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs,
W:Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin';
W:When off to Holyhead wished meself was dead,
W:Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin,
W:
W:(Chorus)
W:
W:The boys of Liverpool, when we were safely landed,
W:Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
W:Blood began to boil, me temper I was losing;
W:Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
W:"Hurrah me soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly.
W:Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a-hobblin',
W:With a loud "hurray!" joined in the afray.
W:Soon we cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin,
W:
W:(Chorus)