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The Rocky Road To Dublin

from A Drop Of The Pure by A Drop Of The Pure

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In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, Leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
A new pair of brogues, Rattlin' o'er the bogs,
And frightenin' all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

Stopped in Mullingar that night, to rest me limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and cheery,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
Now that's the Paddy's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
Asked if I was hired, Wages I required,
Till I was nearly tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
Askin' after the rogue, But me Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

But the boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called myself 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 my soul," says I, Shillelagh I let fly;
Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin',
With a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.

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from A Drop Of The Pure, released March 12, 2012

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