Rocky Road To Dublin/Kid On The Mountain

Rocky Road To Dublin/Kid On The Mountain - Gaelic Storm

Well in the merry month of June

From my home I started

Left the girls of Tuam

Nearly broken hearted

Saluted father dear

Kissed me 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

In a brand new pair of brogues

Rattling 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 road

And all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol lol de ra

Now in Mullingar that night

I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight

Next mornin' bright and early

Took a drop of the pure

To keep me heart from sinkin'

Now that's the Paddy's cure

Whene'er he's on for drinking

To see the lasses smile

Laughing all the while

At my curious style

'Twould set your heart a bubblin'

Asked me was I hired

Wages I required

'Til I 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 fol lol de ra

Now in Dublin next arrived

I thought it such a pity

To be so soon deprived

A view of that fine city

Decide to take a stroll

All among the quality

Bundle it was stole

And in a neat locality

Something crossed my mind

When I looked behind

No bundle could I find

Upon my stick a wobblin'

Enquirin' for the rogue

Said me Connacht 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 road

And all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol lol de ra

And from there I got away

My spirit was never failin'

Landed on the quay

Just as the ship was sailin'

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

I wished meself was dead

Better far instead

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 fol lol de ra

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 losin'

Poor old Erin's isle

They began abusin'

Hurrah me soul says I

My shillelagh fly

Some Galway boys were by

They saw I was a hobblin'

Then with a loud hurray

They joined in the affray

Soon we 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 fol lol de ra

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road

And all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol lol de ra