Текст песни Rocky Road To Dublin (Live) - The High Kings

In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam 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, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight me spirits bright and airy
Took a drop of the pure,
Keep me heart from sinking;
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
An' asked if I was hired, wages I required
'Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin,

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In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin,

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From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just 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 bubbling;
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better far instead
On the rocky road to Dublin,

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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,
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray,
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin,

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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!