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Rocky Road to Dublin
Traditional. Scheduled for an upcoming Darby CD.
notes: Commonly played as a slip jig.
Rocky Road to Dublin

       Dm                          C
In the merry month of June from me home I started
Dm                           C
Left the girls of Taum fairly broken-hearted
 Dm                     C
Saluted Father dear, kissed me darlin’ mother
Dm                              C                                       Am/Em
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother

      Dm                C      Dm                     C
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Dm                   C          Am                     Em
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
        Dm                     C           Dm                 C
With a brand-new pair of brogues, rattlin’ over the bogs
Dm                    C        Am                          Em
Frightenin’ all the dogs – on the rocky road to Dublin

Dm                                  C
One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her
Dm                                C
Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin
Am         C       Dm/Em/F/Em Dm/Em/F/Em - Dm
Wack fol ah da ra

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning, bright and early
Drank a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin’
That’s the Paddy’s cure whenever he’s on for drinkin’

The lassies at me smiled, laughin’ all the while
At me curious style; ‘twould set your heart a-bubblin’
Axed if I was hired, wages I required
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin

When in Dublin I arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
So I took a stroll all among the quality
Bundle, it was stole all in a neat locality

Somethin’ crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin’
‘Quirin’ for the rogue they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn’t much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

From there I got away; me spirit never failin’
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin’
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I climbed aboard a cabin found for Paddy

Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs
And danced some hearty jigs, the water ‘round me bubblin’
When off Holly Head I wished meself were dead
Or better far instead to be on the rocky road to Dublin

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 loosin’
Poor old Erin’s Isle they began abusin’

Aragh me soul, says I, sheleighly I let fly
Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a trouble in
With a loud hurray they joined in the affray
And we quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin