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Rocky Road to Dublin

1) In the merry month of May from me home I started.
Left the girls of Tuam severely broken hearted.
Saluted father dear, kiss me darlin mother.
Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother.
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins.
A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

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One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
on the rocky road
And all the way to Dubling
Wack fol la lee la.

2) In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight me spirits light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, to keep me heart from sinking,
That's an Paddy's cure, whenever he's on for drinking,
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling,
Asked if I was hired, wages I required,
Til I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

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3) 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 out among the quality,
My bundle it was stole out in a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring for the rogue, said my Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

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4) From there I got away me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
The captain at me roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
Off to Holyhead, wished myself was dead,
Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.

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5) 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!" sez I, shillelagh I let fly,
Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobblin',
With a loud Hurray, joinin' in the affray,
We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.

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