Текст песни The Rocky Road to Dublin (Live) - The Dubliners
While
in
the
merry
month
of
May,
now
from
me
home,
I
started
Left,
the
girls
of
Tuam
were
nearly
broken-hearted
Saluted
father
dear,
kissed
me
darling
mother
Drank
a
pint
of
beer,
me
grief
and
tears
to
smother
Then
off
to
reap
the
corn
and
leave
where
I
was
born
Cut
a
stout,
black
thorn
to
banish
ghosts
and
goblins
A
brand-new
pair
of
brogues
to
rattle
over
the
bogs
And
frighten
all
the
dogs
on
the
rocky
road
to
Dublin
A-one,
two,
three,
four,
five
Hunt
the
hare
and
turn
her
down
the
rocky
road
And
all
the
ways
to
Dublin,
whack,
follol
de-dah
In
Mullingar
that
night,
I
rested
limbs
so
weary
Started
by
daylight
next
morning
blithe
and
early
Took
a
drop
of
pure
to
keep
me
heart
from
shrinking
That's
the
Paddy's
cure
when'er
he's
on
for
drinking
To
hear
the
lassies
smile,
laughing
all
the
while
At
me
curious
style,
'twould
set
your
heart
a-bubblin'
They
asked
me
was
I
hired
and
wages
I
required
to
lay
Was
almost
tired
of
the
rocky
road
to
Dublin
One,
two,
three,
four,
five
Hunt
the
hare
and
turn
her
down
the
rocky
road
And
all
the
ways
to
Dublin,
whack,
follol
de-dah
In
Dublin
next
arrived,
I
thought
it
such
a
pity
To
be
so
soon
deprived
a
view
of
that
fine
city
So
then
I
took
a
stroll,
all
among
the
quality
Bundle
it
was
stolen,
in
a
neat
locality
Something
crossed
me
mind,
when
I
looked
behind
No
bundle
could
I
find
upon
me
stick
a-wobblin'
'Quiring
after
the
rogue,
said
me
Connaught
brogue
It
wasn't
much
in
vogue
on
the
rocky
road
to
Dublin
One,
two,
three
four,
five
Hunt
the
hare
and
turn
her
down
the
rocky
road
And
all
the
ways
to
Dublin,
whack,
follol
de-dah
From
there
I
got
away,
me
spirits
never
falling
Landed
on
the
quay,
just
as
the
ship
was
sailing
Captain
at
me
roared,
said
that
no
room
had
he
When
I
jumped
aboard,
a
cabin
found
for
Paddy
Down
among
the
pigs,
did
some
hearty
rigs
I
played
some
hearty
jigs,
the
water
round
me
bubbling
When
off
Holyhead
I
wished
meself
was
dead
Or
better
for
instead
on
the
rocky
road
to
Dublin
One,
two,
three
four,
five
Hunt
the
hare
and
turn
her
down
the
rocky
road
And
all
the
ways
to
Dublin,
whack,
follol
de-dah
The
boys
of
Liverpool,
when
we
safely
landed
Called
meself
a
fool,
I
could
no
longer
stand
it
Blood
began
to
boil,
temper
I
was
losing
Poor
old
Erin's
Isle
they
began
abusing
"Hurrah
me
soul"
says
I,
me
Shillelagh
I
let
fly
Galway
boys
were
by
and
saw
I
was
a
hobblin'
With
a
"lo!"
and
"hurray!"
they
joined
in
the
affray
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
And
all
the
ways
to
Dublin,
whack,
follol
de-dah

1 Finnegans Wake - Live
2 The Rocky Road to Dublin (Live)
3 All for Me Grog (Live)
4 I'll Tell Me Ma (Live)
5 Paddy on the Railway (Live)
6 The Leaving of Liverpool (Live)
7 Whiskey in the Jar (Live)
8 Dirty Old Town (Live)
9 The Dublin Minstrel
10 When the Boys Come Rolling Home (Live)
11 The Pool Song
12 The Pool Song (Live)
13 The Spanish Lady (Live)
14 The Foxrock Hornpipe / Ostinelli's Hornpipe
15 The Belfast Hornpipe / the Swallow's Tail
16 The Fermoy Lassies / Sporting Paddy
17 Luke's 21st Anniversary Poem
18 The Maid Behind the Bar / the Boyne Hunt / the Shaskeen / the High Reel
19 When the Boys Come Rolling Home
20 The Three Sea Captains / the Mullingar Races
21 The Marino Waltz
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