The Rocky Road To Dublin

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[Intro 1]
[Am][Am][G][Am]

[Verse 1]
While in the [Am]merry month of May,
now from me home I started
Left, the girls of Tuam
were [G]nearly broken-hearted
Saluted father [Am]dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer,
me grief and [G]tears to smother
Then off to reap the [Am]corn
and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn
to [G]banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of [Am]brogues
to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs
[G]on the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three, four, [Am]five
Hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road
And [G]all the ways to Dublin,
whack, follol de-[Am]dah

[Verse 2]
In Mullingar that [Am]night
I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next
[G]morning blithe and early
Took a drop of [Am]pure to keep
me heart from shrinking
Thats the Paddy's cure
[G]when'er he's on for drinking
To hear the lassies [Am]smile,
laughing all the while
At me curious style,
[G]'twould set your heart a-bubblin'
They asked me was I [Am]hired
and wages I required to lay
Was almost [G]tired of the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, [Am]five
Hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road
And [G]all the ways to Dublin,
whack, follol de-[Am]dah

[Verse 3]
In Dublin next [Am]arrived,
I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived
a [G]view of that fine city
So then I took a [Am]stroll,
all among the quality
Bundle it was stolen, in a [G]neat locality
Something [Am]crossed me mind,
when I looked behind
No bundle could I find
upon me [G]stick a-wobblin'
'Quiring [Am]after the rogue,
said me Connaught brogue
It wasn't much in vogue
[G]on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, [Am]five
Hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road
And [G]all the ways to Dublin,
whack, follol de-[Am]dah

[Verse 4]
From there I got [Am]away,
me spirits never falling
Landed on the quay,
just [G]as the ship was sailing
Captain at me [Am]roared,
said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard,
a cab[G]in found for Paddy
Down [Am]among the pigs,
did some hearty rigs
I played some hearty jigs,
the [G]water round me bubbling
When off Holy[Am]head
I wished meself was dead
Or better for instead
[G]on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, [Am]five
Hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road
And [G]all the ways to Dublin,
whack, follol de-[Am]dah

[Verse 5]
The boys of Liver[Am]pool, when we safely landed
Called meself a [G]fool, I could no longer stand it
[Am]Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle they be[G]gan abusing
"Hurrah me [Am]soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and
[G]saw I was a hobblin'
[Am]With a "lo!" and "hurray !"
they joined in the affray
Quickly cleared the way
[G]for the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, [Am]five
Hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road
And [G]all the ways to Dublin,
whack, follol de-[Am]dah