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A lap alján hozzászólhatsz a(z) The Rocky Road to Dublin bejegyzéshez..

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In  the merry month of June from me home I started,

Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,

Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,

Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,

Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,

Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;

Bought a pair of brogues rattling o’er the bogs

And fright’ning 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 way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight

next morning blithe and early, Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;

Thats a Paddy’s cure whenever he’s on drinking. See the lassies smile, laughing

all the while At me curious style, ‘twould set your heart a bubblin’

Asked me was I hired, wages I required, I was almost tired of the

rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky

road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity

To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.

So then I took a stroll, all among the quality