Rocky Road To Dublin

Текст песни The Young Dubliners - Rocky Road To Dublin

Rocky Road to Dublin LyricsIn the merry month of May, from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, grief and tears to smother
Off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whene'er he's on drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
I was nearly tired on the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city
Decided to take 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 wobblin'
Enquiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the kay, as the ship was sailing
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a room was found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
Off the Holyhead wished that I was dead
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool, could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
When old Erin's Isle they began abusing
"Hurrah for all" says I, let me Shillelagh fly
Galway boys were nigh knew I was a hobblin'
With a load "hurray!" joined in the affray
Soon we cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!