| Tekst: | Orthodox Celts - Rocky road to Dublin
In the marry month of june from me home I
started,
left the girls of tuam nearly broken harted,
saluted father dear, kissed me darlin'
mother drank
a pint of bear me grief and to smother,
then of to reap the corn, leave where I
was born,
cut a stout black thorn to banish ghost and goblins, brand new pair of
brogues,
rattled o'er
the bogs, frightened all the dogs on rocky road to Dublin
Refren:
One,
two, three four, five, hunt the hare and
turn her down the rocky road and all the way to
Dublin
whack fol lol de ra.
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so
weary,
started by daylight next morning light and airy,
took a drop of the pure to keep my
hart from sinking,
that's an Irish cure whene'er he's on for
drinking,to see the lasses
smile,laughing all the
while,at my curious stile,t'would set your hurt
a-bubbling,ax'd if i
was hired,wages i required,
i was almost tried on rocky road to Dublin
In Dublin next
arrived,i thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived,a view of
that fine city,then i took a
stroll a mong the the quality,
bundle it was stole in a neat locality,
something crossed me
mind,then i looked behind,
no bundle could i find,upon me stick a-wobblin'
enquiring for the
rogue,said me connaught,
wasn't much in vogue on rocky road to dublin
From there i got
away my spirits never failing,
landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
captian at me
roared said that no room had he,
when i jumped aboard a cabin found for paddy,
down among
the pigs,played some funny rigs,
dance some heary jigs,the water round me bubblin'
off to
holyhead,wish my self was dead,or beterfar
in stead on rocky road to Dublin.
The boys
of Liverpool when we safely landed,
cold my self a fool i could no long stand it,
blood
began to boil temper i was losing,
poor old Erin's isle they began a busin,
hurrah me soul
says i,shilleagh i let fly,
galweay boys were by,saw i was in the hobble'in,
than with
alowed hurrah,joined in affray,
quickly cleared the way on rocky road to Dublin.
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