The Rocky Road to Dublin



This example of "The Rocky Road to Dublin" is performed by Mary Smith
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The misfortunate farm laborer who traveled to Dublin and took the only way out - the emigrant ship - became somewhat of a stage Irishman by the time he reached expression in Liverpool.  Still, this is a rollicking song and a challenge to breath and tongue.   The Rocky Road to Dublin is a slip jig favored both as a song and as a tune.   
(Notes adapted from notes in A Bonnie Bunch of Roses and The Irish Songbook)

In the merry month of May 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, 
In a bran'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 an frishman's cure, whene'er he's on for drinking, 
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while, 
At my curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling, 
They ax'd if I was hired, the wages I required, 
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin. 

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 neat 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. 

From there I got away my spirits never failing, 
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing, 
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he, 
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy 
Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs 
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin' 
When off to Holyhead I wished myself was dead, 
Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin. 

The bovs 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 began abusin' 
"Hurrah my soul!" sez I, my shillelagh I let fly, 
Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in, 
Then with a loud Hurrah, they joined in the affray, 
We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.