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Title : The Rocky Road To Dublin Artist : Dropkick Murphys Album : Sing Loud, Sing Proud! Setting : E-A-D-G-B-E Tabbed by : antiemo E5 : x-7-9-9-x-x D5 : x-5-7-7-x-x B5 : x-2-4-4-x-x A5 : x-0-2-2-x-x Intro: |E5 |D5 B5 A5 |E5 |D5 B5 A5 | |E5 |E5 |
E5In the merry month of June from my home I started left the girls E5of Taum D5nearly brokenhearted saE5luted me father dear, kissed E5me darling mother drank a pint of beer, my D5grief and tears to smother then E5off to D5reap the E5corn, leave where D5I was E5born cut a D5stout blacktE5horn to D5banish ghosts and goblin, E5brand-new D5pair of E5brogues, rattling D5o'er the E5bogs frightening D5all the E5dogs D5on the rocky road to Dublin E51, 2, 3, 4, 5
In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary started by daylight next morning bright and early took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking that's the daddy's cure when he's on the drinking see the lassies smile, laughing all the while at me darling style, would set your heart a-bubblin' asked me was I hired, wages I required 'til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
E5Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and D5all the way to Dublin, B5whack-fol-A5la-de-E5da!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city decided to take a stroll all among the quality bundle, it was stole in that neat locality something crossed my mind when I looked behind no bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' crying for a rogue said me connaught brogue wasn't much in-vogue on the rocky road to Dublin 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da! From there I got away, me spirits never failing landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing captain at me roared, said that no room had he then I jumped aboard a cabin found for Daddy down among the pigs, played some funny rigs, danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin' off to hollyhead wished myself was dead or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da! The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it blood began to boil, temper I was losing poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing hooray me soul, says I, let the shellaillagh fly some galway boys were nigh, saw I was a-hobblin' with a loud array, they joined me in the fray and soon we cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da! 1,2,3,4,5 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!