#02377
The Rocky Road To Dublin (The Fables) video
See also: The Rocky Road To Dublin (Ryan's Fancy)
And also: The Rocky Road To Dublin
(Irish Descendants)
#2323: YouTube video by gdgest
©2013 ~ Used with permission ~

In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted;
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother.
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs,
Frightened all the dogs on 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.
Whack-fol-lol de rah !

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, me fare was bright and cheery;
Took a drop of the pure that keeps me heart from sinking,
That's the Paddy's cure when every one's up for drinking.
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while,
At me courteous style will set your heart a bubblin';
Asked if I was hired, wages I required,
Till I was almost tired on 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.
Whack-fol-lol de rah !

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it'd be a pity,
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So, then I took a stroll all amongst the quality,
Bundle it was stolen in a neat locality;
Something crossed me mind when I looked behind;
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'.
Inquired for the rogue, they said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue on 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.
Whack-fol-lol de rah !

From there I got away, me spirits never failin',
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, said there's no room had he,
Then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy,
There down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better far instead on 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.
Whack-fol-lol de rah !

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
They called meself a fool; I could no longer stand;
The blood began to boil, temper I was losin',
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin',
"Hurrah me soul," sez I, shillelagh I let fly;
Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin',
With a loud hurray, joined in 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.
Whack-fol-lol de rah !

####.... D K Gavan (The Galway Poet) wrote this slip jig for the English music-hall performer and songwriter "Handsome" Harry Clifton [1832-1872] ....####
This variant was arranged and recorded by the Fables (A Time, trk#14, 2000 CD, Tidemark Music And Distribution, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Independently produced by the Fables).

See more songs by the Fables.

A variant was also arranged and recorded by Ryan's Fancy as The Rocky Road To Dublin (Newfoundland Drinking Songs, ©1973, Audat Records); and (Currahs, Minstrels, Rocks & Whiskey, trk#6, 1971, Gunn Records).

See more songs by Ryan's Fancy.

The video below features a studio recording of a variant arranged and recorded by Jesse Ferguson of Cornwall, Ontario, Fredericton, New Brunswick and Sydney, Nova Scotia (The Parting Glass, trk#7, 2011 CD, Thistle Bloom Productions).

#1959: YouTube video by BardofCornwall
©2011 ~ Used with permission ~


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