[Arrangement: KF Words: Unknown]
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In the merry month of June,
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from me home I started,
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Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted,
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Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother,
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Drank a pint of beer
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My grief and tears to smother.
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Then off to reap the corn
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and leave where I was born,
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Cut a stout black-thorn to banish ghosts and goblins,
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A brand new pair of brogues
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I rattled o'er the bogs,
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Frightened all the dogs
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on the rocky road to Dublin.
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[CHORUS:]
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One two three four five,
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hunt the hare and turn her,
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Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin,
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Whack fol lal de da!
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In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
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Started by daylight next morning light and airy,
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Took a drop of the pure
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To keep me heart from sinking,
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That's the Paddy's cure,
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When'er he's on for drinking,
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To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
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At me curious style
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would set your heart a bubbling,
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They asked if I was hired, the wages I required,
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Till I was nearly tired
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of the rocky road to Dublin.
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[Chorus.]
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In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
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To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city,
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Then I took a stroll - all among the quality,
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Me bundle it was stole in a neat locality:
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Something crossed me mind,
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then I looked behind,
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No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin',
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Inquiring for the rogue,
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they said me Connaught brogue,
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Wasn't much in vogue
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on the rocky road to Dublin
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[Chorus.]
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From there I got away me spirits never failing,
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Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
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Captain at me roared, said that no room had he,
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When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy,
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Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
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Danced some hearty jigs,
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the water round me bubblin',
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When off to Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
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Or better far instead,
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the rocky road to Dublin
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The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
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Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it,
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Blood began to boil, temper I was losin',
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Poor old Eierann's isle they began abusin',
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"Hurrah me soul" says I, shillelagh I let fly,
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Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in,
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then with a loud hurrah, They joined in the affray,
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We quickly cleared the way
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for the rocky road to Dublin
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[Chorus.]
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Rocky Road
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| Cruachan |
