Rocky Road to Dublin
Journey of Resilience: Rocky Road to Dublin Unveiled
Lyrics
While in the merry month of May from me home I started,
Commencing a journey in May, leaving home, leaving saddened girls in Tuam.
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Bidding farewell to girls in Tuam who are sad and heartbroken.
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Saluting father, kissing mother before departing.
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Drinking a pint of beer to drown grief and tears.
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Heading to reap corn, leaving birthplace.
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Cutting a stout black thorn to ward off ghosts and goblins.
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
Buying brogues, making noise over bogs, frightening dogs on the way to Dublin.
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
Continuing the journey on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Chanting and encouraging the journey to Dublin.
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
-all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
-In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Resting in Mullingar after a tiring night.
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Starting early with a drop of pure to lift spirits.
Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;
Using alcohol as a cure for a drinking Irishman.
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
Observing smiling lassies, encountering curiosity about personal style.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
Receiving smiles from the lassies, causing the heart to bubble.
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Being asked about employment and wages.
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
Fatigue setting in on the rocky road to Dublin.
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
Repetition of the chorus.
One, two, three four, five,
Chanting and encouraging the journey to Dublin.
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
-all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
-In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
Arriving in Dublin and lamenting the limited view of the city.
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
Taking a stroll among the upper class, losing belongings in a neat locality.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Expressing regret for the stolen belongings.
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Discovering the theft and looking for the thief.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
Realizing the Connaught brogue isn't fashionable on the road to Dublin.
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Repetition of the chorus.
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Chanting and encouraging the journey to Dublin.
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
-all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
-From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Escaping and maintaining high spirits, landing on the quay.
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
Encountering resistance from the ship's captain but securing a cabin.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
Playing and dancing among the pigs on the ship.
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Feeling regret or wishing for a better situation on the rocky road to Dublin.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Repetition of the chorus.
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
Chanting and encouraging the journey to Dublin.
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
-Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
-One, two, three four, five,
-Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
-all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
-Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Facing criticism from the boys of Liverpool upon landing.
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Being called a fool and losing patience.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Getting angry at the insults towards Ireland.
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
Defending Ireland against abuse.
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Expressing pride and using a Shillelagh in defense.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
Being observed by Galway boys and facing a potential conflict.
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray.
Joining in the fray and clearing the way for the journey to Dublin.
We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
Repetition of the chorus.
One, two, three four, five,
Chanting and encouraging the journey to Dublin.
Hunt the Hare and turn her down
-the rocky road and all the way to Dublin,
-Whack follol de rah !
Repetition of the chorus, concluding the rocky road to
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