收聽Great Irish Pub Songs的Rocky Road To Dublin歌詞歌曲

Rocky Road To Dublin

Great Irish Pub Songs2011年3月1日

Rocky Road To Dublin 歌詞

Rocky Road To Dublin - Great Irish Pub Songs

In the merry month of June from my home I started

 

Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted

 

Saluted Father dear kissed my darlin' Mother

 

Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother

Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born

I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin

Brand new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs

 

And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

 

One two three four five hunt the hare and turn her

 

Down the rocky roaad and all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-de-ra

 

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

 

Started by daylight next morning light and airy

 

Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinking

 

That's the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinking

To see the lassies smile laughing all the while

At my curious style would set your heart a-bubbling

They asked if I was hired the wages I required

Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky roaad and all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-de-ra

 

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 in a nice locality;

Something crossed my mind then I looked behind

 

No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'

 

Enquiring for the rogue they said my Connaught brogue

 

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 roaad and all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-de-ra

 

One two three four five hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky roaad and all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-de-ra

 

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 were all abusin'

 

"Hurrah my soul " says I shillelagh I let fly

Some Galway boys were by saw I was a hobblin'

Then with a loud Hurray they joined in the affray

We quickly cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky roaad and all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-de-ra

 

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