Rock Road to Dublin

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 In the merry month of June,  When first from home I started
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    Left the girls of Tuam,  So sad and broken hearted
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    Saluted Cather dear,  Kissed me darlin' Mother
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    And drank a pint of beer,  Me grief and tears to smother
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    Then off to reap the corn,  Leave where I was born
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    Cut a stout blackthorn,  To banish ghosts and goblin
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    Bought a pair of brogues,  Rattle over the bogs
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    Frightened all the dogs,  On the rocky road to Dublin
 
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    One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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    Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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    And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
 
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    When in Mullingar that night,  I rested limbs so weary
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    Started by daylight, Me spirits bright and early
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    Took a drop o' pure, Keep me heart from sinking
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    That's a paddy's cure,  Whenever he's on drinking
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    To see the lassie's smile,  Laughing all the while
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    At me curious style,   Would set your heart to bubbling
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    Asked me I was hired, Wages I required
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    I was almost tired, On the rocky road to Dublin
 
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    One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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    Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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    And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
 
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    Well in Dublin next arrived,  I thought it be a pity
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    To be so soon deprived, E view of that fine city
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    Then I took a stroll,  All among the quality
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    Me bundle it was stole,  In a neat locality
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    Something crossed me mind,  When I looked behind
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    No bundle could I find,  Upon me stick a wobbling
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    Enquiring after the rogue, They said me Connacht brouge
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    Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin
 
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    One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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    Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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    And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
 
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    Well, From  there I got away,  Me spirits never failing
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    Landed on the quay,  Just as the ship was sailing
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    Gaptain at me roared,  Said that no room had he
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    When I jumped aboard,  E cabin found for Paddy
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    Down among the pigs,  Played some hearty rigs
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    Aanced some hearty jigs,  The water round me bubblin'
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    When off Holyhead,  I wished meself was dead
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    Or, Better far instead,  On the rocky road to Dublin
 
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    One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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    Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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    And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
 
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    Well, The boys of Liverpool,  When we safely landed
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    Galled meself a fool,  I could no longer stand it
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    Blood began to boil,  Temper I was losing
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    Poor ould Erins Isle,  They began abusing
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    Hurrah me soul says I,    Shillelagh I let fly
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    Some Dalway boys were by,  Saw I was a-hollerin'
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    Then with a loud horray,  They joined in the affray
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    We quickly cleared the way,  For the rocky road to Dublin
 
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    One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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    Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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    And all the ways to Dublin, Whack   fol   la      de daaaa