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Rocky Road to Dublin – Dropkick Murphys Lyrics
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Lyrics of Rocky Road to Dublin – Dropkick Murphys

In the merry month of June
from my home I started
left the girls of Taum
nearly brokenhearted
saluted me father dear,
kissed me darling mother
drank a pint of beer,
my grief and tears to smother
then off to reap the corn,
leave where I was born
cut a stout blackthorn
to banish ghosts and goblin,
brand-new pair of brogues,
rattling o’er the bogs
frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
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In Mullingar last night,
I rested limbs so weary
started by daylight
next morning bright and early
took a drop of the pure
to keep me heart from sinking
that’s the Paddy’s cure
when he’s on the drinking
see the lassies smile,
laughing all the while
at me darling style,
would set your heart a-bubblin’
asked me was I hired,
wages I required
’til I was almost tired
of the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:
One, two three, four five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

In Dublin next arrived,
I thought it such a pity
to be so soon deprived
a view of that fine city
decided to take a stroll
all among the quality
bundle, it was stole
in that neat locality
something crossed my mind
when I looked behind
no bundle could I find
upon me stick a-wobblin’
crying for a rogue
said me connaught brogue
wasn’t much in-vogue
on the rocky road to Dublin.
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Chorus

From there I got away,
me spirits never failing
landed on the quay
just as the ship was sailing
captain at me roared,
said that no room had he
then I jumped aboard
a cabin found for Paddy
down among the pigs,
played some funny rigs,
danced some hearty jigs,
the water ’round me bubblin’
off to Hollyhead
wished myself was dead
or better far instead
on the rocky road to Dublin.
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Chorus

The boys in 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
hooray me soul, says I,
let the shellaillagh fly
some Galway boys were nigh,
saw I was a-hobblin’
with a loud array,
they joined me in the fray
and soon we cleared the way
on the rocky road to Dublin.
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Chorus 2x

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