ฟังเพลงRocky Road to Dublin

Rocky Road to Dublin - The Clancy Brothers Tommy Makem

In the merry month of June From me home I started

Left the girls of Toom 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 leave where I was born

With a stout blackthorn To banish ghost and goblin

In a 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 road

And all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol lol de ra

While in Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight My spirts light and airy

Took a drop of the pure To keep my heart from sinkin'

That's the paddie'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'

They ax'd if I was hired The wages I required

Till I was nearly 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

While 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 All among the quality

Bundle it was stole In a neat locality

Something crossed my mind Then I looked behind

No bundle could I find Upon my stick a wobblin'

Enquirin' for the rogue They said my 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

While from there I got away My spirits never failin'

Landed on the quay 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 I played some funny rigs

Danced some hearty jigs The water round me bubblin'

When off Holyhead I wished myself was dead

Or better far 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 fol lol de ra

While 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 ould Erin's isle They began abusin'

Hurrah my soul sez I My shillelagh I let fly

Galway boys were by Saw I was a hobble in

Then with a loud hurray They joined in the affray

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