The Tossers — Rocky Road To Dublin

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Текст песни The Tossers — Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of May, From my home, I started
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin’ mother
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother

Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o’er the bogs
And 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 ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, Next mornin’ light and airy
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin’
That’s an Irishman’s cure, Whene’er he’s on for drinking
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while
At my curious style, ‘Twould set your heart a-bubblin’
They ax’d if I was hired, The wages I required
Till 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 ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality
My bundle it was stolen, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a-wobblin’
Enquirin’ 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 ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
From there I got away, My spirits never failin’
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin’;
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had him
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, The water ’round me bubblin’
When off Holyhead, I wished myself 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 ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin’
Poor ould Erin’s isle They began abusin’
«Hurrah my soul,» sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray
We 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 ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
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