Rocky Road To Dublin

歌詞

In the merry month of June, from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted father dear, kissed my darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then, off to reap the corn and leave where I was born I cut a stout black-thorn to banish ghost and goblin In a brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs And frightening all the dogs upon 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 Wack-fol-lal-le-la In Mulligar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning bright and early Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinking That's the Paddy's cure, whene'er he's up for drinking To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while At my curious style, 'twould set your heart-a-bubblin' They asked if I was hired, wages I required 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 Wack-fol-lal-le-la In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll all among the quality My bundle it was stole all in that neat locality Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind No bundle could I find upon my stick a-wobblin' Enquirin' for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue upon 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 Wack-fol-lal-le-la From there I got away, my spirits never failin' Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin' The captain at me roared, said that no room had he When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Down among the pigs, I danced some funny jigs Played some hearty rigs, the water round me bubblin' When off Holyhead wished myself was dead Or better far instead, upon 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 Wack-fol-lal-le-la One, two, three, four, five: Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin Wack-fol-lal-le-la 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 losin' Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin' Hurrah me soul says I, me shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were by, and saw I was a hobblin' Then with a loud hurray, joining the affray Quickly cleared the way for 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 Wack-fol-lal-le-la One, two, three, four, five: Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin Wack-fol-lal-le-la