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Title : The Rocky Road To Dublin Artist : Dropkick Murphys Album : Sing Loud, Sing Proud! Setting : C-F-C-F-A-C Tabbed by : antiemo C5 : x-7-9-9-x-x C5 : x-5-7-7-x-x G5 : x-2-4-4-x-x G5 : x-0-2-2-x-x Intro: |C5 |C5 G5 G5 |C5 |C5 G5 G5 | |C5 |C5 |
C5In the merry month of June from my home I started left the girls C5of Taum C5nearly brokenhearted saC5luted me father dear, kissed C5me darling mother drank a pint of beer, my C5grief and tears to smother then C5off to C5reap the C5corn, leave where C5I was C5born cut a C5stout blacktC5horn to C5banish ghosts and goblin, C5brand-new C5pair of C5brogues, rattling C5o'er the C5bogs frightening C5all the C5dogs C5on the rocky road to Dublin C51, 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
C5Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and C5all the way to Dublin, G5whack-fol-G5la-de-C5da!
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!