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In the merry month of |
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MayFrom me home |
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I startedLeft the girls of |
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TuamSad and broken hearted |
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Salute me father dear |
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And kissed me darlin' mother |
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Then drank a pint of beer |
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Me tears and grief to smother |
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Off to reap the corn |
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Leave where |
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I was born |
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I cut a stoat black thorn |
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To banish ghosts and |
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GoblinsIn a pair of brand new of brogues |
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Rattled over the bogs |
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I frightened all the dogs |
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On the rocky road to |
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Dublin1 2 3 4 5 |
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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road |
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And all the way to |
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Dublin, whacks fer al de da |
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In Dublin next arrived |
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And thought it such a pity |
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To be so soon deprived |
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A view of that fair city |
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Then I took a stroll |
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All amongst the quality |
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Me bundle it was stole |
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In that neat locality |
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Something crossed me mind |
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When I looked behind |
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No bundle |
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I could find |
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Upon me stick a wobblin' |
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Enquiring after the rogue |
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Said me "Connaught BrogueWas not much in vogueOn the rocky road to Dublin"1 2 3 4 5 |
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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road |
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And all the way to |
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Dublin, whacks fer al de da |
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The boys of |
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LiverpoolWhen we safely landed |
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Called myself a fool |
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I could no longer stand it |
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Me blood began to boil |
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Me temper |
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I was losing |
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For old Erin's isle |
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They began abusing |
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Horah say |
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IMe shelelagh |
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I let flyGalway boys were by |
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They saw I was a hobblin' |
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With a loud "Hurray" |
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They joined in the affray |
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We quickly cleared the way |
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For the rocky road to |
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Dublin1 2 3 4 5 |
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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road |
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Nd all the way to |
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Dublin, whacks fer al de da |
