T:Rocky Road to Dublin, The
C:words by D.K. Gavan
H:See also hop jig#6, slip jig#50
D:The High Kings
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W:Well in the merry month of May from my home I parted
W:Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted
W:Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
W:Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother
W:Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
W:I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins,
W:A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs
W:And frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
W:One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
W:Down the rocky road, and all the ways to Dublin
W:In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
W:Started by daylight next morning light and airy,
W:Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinkin',
W:That's a paddy's cure, whenever he's on for drinking,
W:To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
W:At my curious style, would set your heart a-bubbling,
W:They asked if I was hired, what wages I required,
W:Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
W:In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
W:To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city,
W:Then I took a stroll out among the quality,
W:My bundle it was stole in a neat locality,
W:Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind,
W:No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin',
W:Enquiring for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue
W:Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
W:From there I got away my spirits never failing,
W:Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
W:Captain at me roared, said that no room had he,
W:When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
W:Down among the pigs, I played some funny jigs
W:Danced among the rigs, the water round me bubblin'
W:When off Holyhead I wished myself was dead,
W:Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.
W:The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
W:Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it,
W:Blood began to boil, temper I was losin'
W:Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'
W:"Hurrah my soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly,
W:Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobblin',
W:Then with a loud hurray, they joined in the affray,
W:We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.