The Chieftains, The Rolling Stones - The Rocky Road to Dublin lyrics
[The Chieftains, The Rolling Stones - The Rocky Road to Dublin lyrics]
In the merry month of May
From me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam sad and broken hearted
Saluted father dear
Then kissed me darlin' mother
Then drank a pint of beer me
Tears and grief to smother
Off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to
Banish ghost and goblin
A brand new pair of brogues
Rattlin o'er the bogs
And frightenin' all the dogs on
The rock road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol laddie-roll!
In Dublin next arrived
I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a
View of that fine city
When I took a stroll all among the quality
My bundle it was stole
From that neat locality
Something crossed me mind
When I looked behind no bundle could I find
Upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquirin' for the rogue
They said me Connacht brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the
Rock road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol laddie-roll!
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool
I could no longer stand it
Me blood began to boil
For all I was a losin'
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin'
"Hurrah, me Soul!" says I
Shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys came by and
Saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "Hurray" they
Joined in the affray
And quickly cleared the way for
The rocky road to Dublin!
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol laddie-roll!
From me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam sad and broken hearted
Saluted father dear
Then kissed me darlin' mother
Then drank a pint of beer me
Tears and grief to smother
Off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to
Banish ghost and goblin
A brand new pair of brogues
Rattlin o'er the bogs
And frightenin' all the dogs on
The rock road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol laddie-roll!
In Dublin next arrived
I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a
View of that fine city
When I took a stroll all among the quality
My bundle it was stole
From that neat locality
Something crossed me mind
When I looked behind no bundle could I find
Upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquirin' for the rogue
They said me Connacht brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the
Rock road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol laddie-roll!
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool
I could no longer stand it
Me blood began to boil
For all I was a losin'
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin'
"Hurrah, me Soul!" says I
Shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys came by and
Saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "Hurray" they
Joined in the affray
And quickly cleared the way for
The rocky road to Dublin!
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol laddie-roll!