Rocky Road To Dublin
(专辑: Fiddler's Green - 1992)
In the
merry month of June, from me home I
started Left the
girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted father dear, kissed my darling mother Drank a
pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then, off to reap the
corn and leave where I
was born I
cut a
stout black-thorn to banish ghost and goblin In a
brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the
bogs And frightening all the
dogs upon the
rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five: Hunt the
hare and turn her Down the
rocky road and all the
way to Dublin Wack-fol-lal-le-la In Mulligar that night I
rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning bright and early Took a
drop of the
pure, to keep my heart from sinking That's the
Paddy's cure, whene'er he's up for drinking To see the
lassies smile, laughing all the
while At my curious style, 'twould set your heart-a-bubbling They asked if I
was 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 and all the
way to Dublin Wack-fol-lal-le-la In Dublin next arrived, I
thought it such a
pity To be so soon deprived a
view of that fine city So then I
took a
stroll all among the
quality My bundle it was stole all in that neat locality Something crossed my mind, then I
looked behind No bundle could I
find upon my stick a-wobbling Enquiring for the
rogue, they said my Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue upon the
rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five: Hunt the
hare and turn her Down the
rocky road and all the
way to Dublin Wack-fol-lal-le-la From there I
got away, my spirits never failing 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, I
danced some funny jigs Played some hearty rigs, the
water round me bubbling When off Holyhead wished myself was dead Or better far instead, upon the
rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five: Hunt the
hare and turn her Down the
rocky road and all the
way to Dublin Wack-fol-lal-le-la One, two, three, four, five: Hunt the
hare and turn her Down the
rocky road and all the
way to Dublin Wack-fol-lal-le-la 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, and saw I
was a
hobbling Then with a
loud hurray, joining the
affray 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
way to Dublin Wack-fol-lal-le-la One, two, three, four, five: Hunt the
hare and turn her Down the
rocky road and all the
way to Dublin Wack-fol-lal-le-la