Rocky Road to Dublin-St. Patrick Boys

歌手 : St. Patrick Boys

专辑 : Irish Pub Songs

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:16

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TXT Rocky Road to Dublin-St. Patrick Boys 文本歌词

Rocky Road to Dublin - St. Patrick Boys

In the merry month of June 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

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 roaad and all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-de-ra

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 the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinking

To see the lassies smile laughing all the while

At my curious style would set your heart a-bubbling

They asked 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 roaad 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 out among the quality

My bundle it was stole in a nice locality;

Something crossed my mind then I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'

Enquiring for the rogue they said my Connaught 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 roaad and all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-de-ra

One two three four five hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky roaad 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 old Erin's Isle they were all abusin'

"Hurrah my soul " says I shillelagh I let fly

Some Galway boys were by saw I was a hobblin'

Then with a loud Hurray they joined in the affray

We quickly cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky roaad and all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-de-ra