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While in the merry month of May, from me home I started |
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Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted |
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Saluted father dear, kissed me 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, leave where I was born |
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Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins |
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Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs |
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And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin |
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One, two, three, four, five, |
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road |
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All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah |
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In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary |
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Started by daylight next morning blithe and early |
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Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking |
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That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking |
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See the lassies smile, laughing all the while |
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At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' |
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Asked me was I 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 |
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road |
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All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah |
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In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity |
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To be 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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Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality |
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Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind |
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No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' |
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Inquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue |
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Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin |
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One, two, three, four, five |
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road |
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All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah |
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From there I got away, me spirits never falling |
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Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing |
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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, played some hearty rigs |
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Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling |
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When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead |
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Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin |
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One, two, three, four, five |
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road |
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All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah |
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Well, 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 losing |
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Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing |
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"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly |
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Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in |
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With a load "Hurray" joined in the affray |
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We quietly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin |
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One, two, three, four, five |
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road |
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And all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah |
