Rocky Road To Dublin chords and lyrics - LUKE KELLY

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[Verse 1]
[G][A][G][A]
While in the merry month
of May from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam so sad
[G]and broken hearted
Saluted father [A]dear,
kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and
[G]tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn,
[A]leave where I was born
Cut a stout black thorn to [G]banish
ghosts and goblins
Bought a pair of [A]brogues
rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs [G]on
the rocky road to Dublin

[Verse 2]
One, two, three four, [A]five
Hunt the Hare and turn
her down the rocky road
[G]all the way to Dublin,
Whack [A]follol de rah

[Verse 3]
In Mullingar that night I rested
limbs so weary
Started by daylight next
[G]morning blithe and early
Took a drop of [A]pure to keep
me heartfrom sinking
Thats a Paddy's cure whenev
[G]er he's on drinking
See the lassies [A]smile,
laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould [G]set
your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I [A]hired, wages I required
I was almost [G]tired of the rocky

[Verse 4]
road to Dublin
[G]One, two, three four, [A]five
Hunt the Hare and turn
her down the rocky road
[G]all the way to Dublin,
Whack [A]follol de rah

[Verse 5]
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such [A]a pity
To be soon deprived a [G]view
of that fine city
So then I took a [A]stroll,
all among the quality
Me bundle it was stole,
all [G]in a neat locality
Something [A]crossed me mind,
when I looked behind
No bundle could I find [G]upon me
stick a wobblin'
Enquiring [A]for the rogue,
they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue [G]on
the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, [A]five Hunt the Hare

[Verse 6]
[A]
and turn
her down the rocky road
[G]all the way to Dublin, Whack [A]follol de rah

[Verse 7]
From there I got [A]away, me
spirits never falling
Landed on the quay, just [G]as the
ship was sailing
The Captain at me [A]roared,
said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard,
a cabin [G]found for Paddy
Down [A]among the pigs,
played some hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs,
the [G]wa ter round me bubbling
When off Holy[A]head I wished
meself was dead
Or better for instead [G]on the
rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, [A]five Hunt

[Verse 8]
the Hare and turn
her down the rocky road
[G]all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de [A]rah

[Verse 9]
Well the boys [A]of Liverpool,
when we safely landed
Called meself a [G]fool,
I could no longer stand it
[A]Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle they
[G]began abusing
"Hurrah me [A]soul" says
I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were [G]nigh and
saw I was a hobble in
With a [A]load "hurray !" joined in the affray
We quitely cleared the [A]way [G]for
the rocky road to Dublin

[Verse 10]
One, two, three four, [A]five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down
the rocky [A]road and [G]all
the way to Dublin
[A]Whack follol de rah