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Mar 13

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The Rocky Road to Dublin

In recognition of the upcoming annual St. Patrick’s Day festivities, (previous St. Paddy’s Day posts here and here) I offer the lyrics to this rousing Irish jig titled, THE ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN.

‘Tis a comical tale of a young lad who departs from his home seeking work as a field hand. Soon after bidding his family farewell, his travails begin when the ladies from another town make fun of his clothing and he has little success in his search for work.

Later arriving in Dublin, he is robbed of his worldly possessions and in the process of seeking to find his stolen goods, he is mocked by the locals for his odd country accent.

Having lost all he owns and still not able to find work, he presses on with the best of spirits, fortified by the drink. On to Liverpool, England. However, his accommodations aboard the ship to England are among the hogs in the bilge of the vessel. He nearly drowns and wishes he was dead….or, perhaps better, still back along the rocky road to Dublin.

Finally arriving in Liverpool our weary traveler is accosted by English ruffians and chooses to defend himself with his Shillelagh (the “stout blackthorn” cane/walking stick that he fashioned for fighting off ghosts and goblins and dogs and now English hoodlums). Luckily, some of the lad’s countrymen from Galway notice he is fending off multiple attackers. They join in to help him and finally, they all make their way back to Dublin.

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THE ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN.

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 brand 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 road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin’ light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin’,
That’s an Irishman’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-bubblin’.
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, All 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 my stick a wobblin’.
Enquirin’ for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn’t much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, My spirits never failin’
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin’;
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 Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys 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 ould 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 hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.

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The song was written in the mid-19th Century, by D.K. Gavan.

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