In the merry month of May From me home I started Left the girls of Tuam Sad and broken hearted Salute me father dear And kissed me darlin' mother Then drank a pint of beer Me tears and grief to smother Off to reap the corn Leave where I was born I cut a stoat black thorn To banish ghosts and Goblins In a pair of brand new of brogues Rattled over the bogs I frightened all the dogs On the rocky road to Dublin 1 2 3 4 5 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da In Dublin next arrived And thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived A view of that fair city Then I took a stroll All amongst the quality Me bundle it was stole In that neat locality Something crossed me mind When I looked behind No bundle I could find Upon me stick a wobblin' Enquiring after the rogue Said me "Connaught Brogue Was not much in vogue On the rocky road to Dublin" 1 2 3 4 5 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da The boys of Liverpool When we safely landed Called myself a fool I could no longer stand it Me blood began to boil Me temper I was losing For old Erin's isle They began abusing Horah say I Me shelelagh I let fly Galway boys were by They saw I was a hobblin' With a loud "Hurray" They joined in the affray We quickly cleared the way For the rocky road to Dublin 1 2 3 4 5 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road Nd all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da © CHRYSALIS MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com