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Dropkick Murphys
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The Rocky Road To Dublin
Lyricist:Barr Alexander , Casey Kenneth William, Kelly Mathew Edward
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In the merry month of June from my home I started Left the girls of Taum nearly brokenhearted, saluted me father dear Kissed me darling mother, drank a pint of beer My grief and tears to smother, then off to reap the corn Leave where I was born Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblin Brand new pair of brogues Rattling o'er the bogs, frightenin' all the dogs On the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five
In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning bright and early Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin' That's the daddy's cure when he's on the drinkin' See the lassies smile Laughing all the while at me darling style Would set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired Wages I required 'til I was almost tired Of the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin Whack fol la de da
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city Decided to take a stroll all among the quality bundle It was stole in that neat locality
Something crossed my mind When I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Cryin' for a rogue said me Connaught Brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five
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From there I got away, me spirits never failing Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing Captain at me roared Said that no room had he then I jumped aboard a cabin found for Daddy Down among the pigs Played some funny rigs, danced some hearty jigs The water 'round me bubblin' off to hollyhead Wished myself was dead Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin Whack fol la de da
The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed called meself a fool I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil Temper I was losing, poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing Hooray me soul Says I, 'Let the shellaillagh fly, some galway boys were nigh' Saw I was a hobblin' with a loud array They joined me in the fray and soon we cleared the way On the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin Whack fol la de da
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin Whack fol la de da Hey
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