The Rocky Road to Dublin (from Long Black Veil)

In the merry month of may
From me home I started left the girls of Tuam
Sad and broken hearted, saluted feather dear
And kissed me darling mother, drank a pint of bear
Me tears and grief to smother, off to reap the corn
Leave where I was born
I cut a stoat black thorn to banish goats and goblins
In a pair of brand new brogues
I rattled over bogs, frightened all the dogs
On the rocky road to Dublin

1,2,3,4,5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it's such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobbling
Enquiring for the rogue, said me funny brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

1,2,3,4,5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da!

The boys of 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
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I'll apply
Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a load "hurray!" joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin

1,2,3,4,5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da!



Credits
Writer(s): Damien Leo Leith, Traditional
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