Traditional Irish

Traditional Irish

Rocky Road To Dublin
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In the merry month of May from my home I started, 
Dm      (C)       Dm   C 
Left the girls of Tuam-nearly broken-hearted, 
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Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother, 
Dm     (C)      Dm      C 
Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother, 
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Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born, 
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I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin, 
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In a brand-new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs, 
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And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin. 
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Dm hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road C Am C Dm and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra. Dm (C) Dm In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Dm (C) Dm C Started by daylight next morning light and airy, Dm (C) Dm Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinking, Dm (C) Dm C That's an Paddy'd cure, whene'er he's on for drinking, Dm C Dm C To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while, Dm C C At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling, Dm C Dm C They ax'd if I was hired, the wages I required, Dm C C Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin. (A) (C) (Dm) One, two, three, four five
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Dm hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road C Am C Dm and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra. Dm (C) Dm In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, Dm (C) Dm C To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city, Dm (C) Dm Then I took a stroll out among the quality, Dm (C) Dm C My bundle it was stole in a neat locality; Dm C Dm C Something crossed me mind, then I looked behind, Dm C C No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin', Dm C Dm C Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue, Dm C C Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin. (A) (C) (Dm) One, two, three, four five
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Dm hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road C Am C Dm and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra. Dm (C) Dm From there I got away me spirits never failing, Dm (C) Dm C Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing, Dm (C) Dm Captain at me roared, said that no room had he, Dm (C) Dm C When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy, Dm C Dm C Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs, Dm C C Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin', Dm C Dm C When off to Holyhead I wished meself was dead, Dm C C Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin. (A) (C) (Dm) One, two, three, four five
[Refrão]
Dm hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road C Am C Dm and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra. Dm (C) Dm The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Dm (C) Dm C Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it; Dm (C) Dm Me blood began to boil, temper I was losin', Dm (C) Dm C Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin', Dm C Dm C "Hurrah my soul!" says I, let my shillelagh fly, Dm C C Some Galway boys came by, saw I was a hobblein', Dm C Dm C Then with a loud Hurray, they joined in the affray, Dm C C We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin. (A) (C) (Dm) One, two, three, four five
[Refrão]
Dm hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road C Am C Dm and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra.

Enviado por: Genesis Pimentel

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