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