The Rocky Road To Dublin - Celtic Thunder

作词：Traditional

作曲：Traditional

Hunt the Hare and turn her down

the rocky road

All the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah

Twas in the merry month of May from

me home I started

Left the girls in 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 black thorn to banish ghosts and goblin

Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs

And fright'ning all the dogs on the

rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah

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 sinking

Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking

See the lassies smile laughing all the while

At me curious style 'twould set your heart a bubblin'

Asked me was I hired wages I required

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

All the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity

To be soon deprived a view of that fine city

So then I took a stroll all among the quality

Me 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 they said me

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 road

All the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah

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 hearty rigs

Danced 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

All the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah

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 by saw I was a hobble in

With a load Hurray 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

All the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah