Rocky Road To Dublin - Waxies Dargle-歌词

Rocky Road To Dublin - Waxies Dargle

In the merry month of June from my home I started

Left the girls of tuam nearly broken hearted

Saluted father dear I kissed me darlin' mother

Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother

Then off to reap the corn

But 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

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

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 dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity

To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city

Well let 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

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

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

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

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 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

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