The Rocky Road To Dublin-Paddy Reilly
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TXT The Rocky Road To Dublin-Paddy Reilly 文本歌词
In the merry month of
May From my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
Nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear
Kissed my darling 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
（歌手独白）
In Mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight
Next morning light and airy
Took a drop of the pure
To keep my heart from sinking
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-bubbling
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 stole
In a neat locality
Something crossed my mind
Then I looked behind
No bundle could I find
Upon my stick a wobbling
Enquiring 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 failing
Landed on the quay
As the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared
Said that no room had he
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 bubbling
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 losing
Poor ould Erings isle
They began abusing
"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