The Rocky Road to Dublin

X:7
T:The Rocky Road to Dublin
C:Traditional
O:Ireland
D:a.o. The Dubliners, `The Complete Dubliners', 1997
B:`The Dubliners Song Book', Wise publications, 1974
Z:Bert Van Vreckem <http://flanders.blackmill.net/music/>
M:6/8
K:DDor
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w:1.~While in the mer-ry month of May_ from me home I star-_ted, left the girls of
w:2.~*In Mul-lin-gar that night I res-ted limbs so wear-_y star-ted by day-
w:3.~*In Dubi-lin next ar-rived I thought it such a pi-ty to be so soon de-
w:4.~*From there I got a-way, me spi-rit ne-ver fai-_ling, lan-ded on a
w:5.~*The boys of Li-ver-pool,_ when we safe-ly lan-_ded, called me-self a
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w:Tu-am near-ly bro-ken hear-ted, sa-lu-ted fa-ther dear, kissed me
w:light next mor-ning light and air-_y. Drank a drop~o' the pure~to keep me
w:prived a view of such fine cit-_y. Then I took a stroll al a-
w:quay just as the ship was sai-_ling. Cap-tain at me roared, said no
w:fool. I could no lon-ger stand_ it, blood be-gan to boil, tem-per
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w:dar-lin' moth-_er, drank a pint of beer me grief and fears to smo-ther, then
w:heart from sin-_king that's the Pad-dy's cure when-e'er he's on for drin-king. To
w:long the quali-ty, me bun-dle it was sto-len in a neat lo-ca-li-ty.
w:room_ had_ he when I jumped a-board a ca-bin found for Pad-_dy.
w:I was loo-_sing. Poor old E-rin's Isle_ they be-gan a-bu-_sing.
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w:off to reap the corn and leave where I was born, cut a stout black-
w:hear the las-sies smile,_ laugh-ing all the while at me curi-ous
w:Some-thing crossed me mind,_ when I looked be-hind, no bun-dle could
w:Down a-mong the pigs, I skipped some fun-ny jigs,~I played some hear-ty
w:"Hurrah me soul," sais I,~me shi-lle-lagh I let fly.~Some Gal-way boys were
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w:thorn to ban-ish ghost and gob-_lin. In a brand new pair of brogues I ratt-led
w:style, 't~would set your heart a-bubb-_lin'. They_ ask'd me was I hired, the wa-ges
w:I find upon me stick a-wobb-_lin'. In-_qui-ring after the rogue, they said me
w:rigs. The wa-ter 'round me bubb-_lin'. When_ off to Ho-ly-head, I wished me-
w:by and saw I was a-hubb-_lin',__ then with loud hurr-ay, they joined in
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w:o-ver the bogs and fright-ened all the dogs on the rock-y road to Dub-i-lin. One, two,
w:I_ re-quired 'till I was all-most tired of the rock-y road to Dub-i-lin.**
w:Con-_naught brogue_ wasn't_ much in vogue on the rock-y road to Dub-i-lin.**
w:self_ was dead or bet-ter far in-stead on the rock-y road to Dub-i-lin.**
w:the_ af-fray we quick-ly cleared the way for the rock-y road to Dub-i-lin.**
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w:three, four, five. Hunt the hare and turn her down the rock-y road and
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w:all the ways to Dub-i-lin, whack fol-al-de-rol.
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