
Rocky Road to Dublin Traditional Transcriptions
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While in the merry month of June, from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken-hearted
Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' mother
Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin
A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs, on the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and all the ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested, limbs so weary
Started by daylight next mornin’, blithe and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinkin’
That’s the paddy’s cure, whene’er he’s on for drinking
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while
At my curious style—‘twould set your heart a-bubblin’
They ax’d me was I hired, the wages I required
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and all the ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-rah!
Left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken-hearted
Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' mother
Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin
A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs, on the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and all the ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested, limbs so weary
Started by daylight next mornin’, blithe and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinkin’
That’s the paddy’s cure, whene’er he’s on for drinking
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while
At my curious style—‘twould set your heart a-bubblin’
They ax’d me was I hired, the wages I required
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and all the ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-rah!
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