The Rocky Road To Dublin lyrics and chords
The Rocky Road To Dublin Fingerstyle / Picking Guitar Tab now included. The Dubliners + The High Kings, The youube video is by The Kings Of Connaught. Written By D K. Gavan from Galway and first recorded in 1915 . made popular by Harry Clifton in the music hall days around London. Best version so far by Luke Kelly and The Dubliners. Recently recorded by Celtic Thunder. It's a fairly easy song to play, but I'm not saying it's easy to sing it as good as Luke. The Rocky Road To Dublin Sheet Music . The second tab is for the mandola or tenor guitar and the tuning is CGDA.
In[Em] the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam[D] nearly broken-hearted
Sa[Em]luted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer my[D] grief and tears to smother
Then[Em] off to reap the corn, and leave where I was [G]born
I [Em]cut a stout black[G]thorn to[Em] banish ghost and goblin,
In a bran'new pair of [G]brogues I[Em] rattled o'er the [G]bogs
AndEm] frightened all the[D] dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
cho: One, two, three, four[Em] five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky roaad, and [d]all the ways to Dublin
Whack fol-lol-de[Em]-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, 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-bubbling,
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 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.
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.
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 I, my 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.
Left the girls of Tuam[D] nearly broken-hearted
Sa[Em]luted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer my[D] grief and tears to smother
Then[Em] off to reap the corn, and leave where I was [G]born
I [Em]cut a stout black[G]thorn to[Em] banish ghost and goblin,
In a bran'new pair of [G]brogues I[Em] rattled o'er the [G]bogs
AndEm] frightened all the[D] dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
cho: One, two, three, four[Em] five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky roaad, and [d]all the ways to Dublin
Whack fol-lol-de[Em]-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, 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-bubbling,
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 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.
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.
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 I, my 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.
Here's the 2 missing verses that The Dubliners never sang and forms part of the original song. The reason songs get cut is generally because the are too long. These belong after the second and forth verses.
The steam-coach was at hand,
The driver said he'd cheap ones,
But, sure, the luggage van
Was too much for my ha'pence.
For England I was bound:
It would never do to baulk it:
For, every step of the road,
Be dad! says I, I'll walk it!
I did not sigh nor moan,
Until I saw Athlone:
A pain in my shin bone,
It set my heart a bubbling;
And fearing the big cannon,
Looking o'er the Shannon,
I very quickly ran on
The rocky road to Dublin.
A coachman raised his hand,
As if myself was wanting:
I went up to a stand,
full of cars for jaunting,.
Step up, my boy! says he,
Ah, ha! that I will with pleasure:
And to the strawberry beds
I'll drive you, at your leisure.
A strawberry bed! says I,
Faith! that would be too high,
On one of straw I'll lie,
And the berries won't be troubling.
He drove me out as far,
Upon an outside car:
Faith! such jolting never worry
On the rocky road to Dublin!
The guitar chords for all verses.
[Em]In the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam [D]nearly broken-hearted
Sa[Em]luted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer, my [D]grief and tears to smother
Then [Em]off to reap the corn, and leave where I was [G]born
I [Em]cut a stout black[G]thorn to [Em]banish ghost and goblin,
In a bran’ new pair of [G]brogues I [Em]rattled o’er the [G]bogs
And [Em]frightened all the [D]dogs on the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
In [Em]Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight [D]next morning light and airy,
Took a drop of the [Em]pure, to keep my heart from sinking,
That’s an Irishman’s [D]cure, whenever he’s for drinking,
To [Em]see the lasses smile, laughing all the [G]while,
At my [Em]curious [G]style, ’twould [Em]set your heart a-bubbling,
They axed if I was [G]hired, the [Em]wages I re[G]quired,
Till [Em]I was almost [D]tired of the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
In [Em]Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon de[D]prived a view of that fine city,
Then I took a [Em]stroll out among the quality,
My bundle it was [D]stole in a neat locality;
Some[Em]thing crossed my mind, then I looked be[G]hind,
No [Em]bundle could I [G]find, up[Em]on me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring for the [G]rogue, they [Em]said my Connaught [G]brogue
Wasn’t [Em]much in [D]vogue on the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
From [Em]there I got away, my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, [D]as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me [Em]roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, [D]a cabin found for Paddy,
Down [Em]among the pigs, I played some funny [G]rigs,
Danced [Em]some hearty [G]jigs, the [Em]water round me bubblin’,
When off to Holy[G]head I [Em]wished myself was [G]dead,
Or [Em]better far [D]instead on the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
The [Em]boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, [D]I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to [Em]boil, temper I was losin’,
Poor old Erin’s isle [D]they began abusin’.
“Hu[Em]rrah, my soul,” sez I, my shillelagh [G]I let fly,
Some [Em]Galway boys were [G]by, saw [Em]I was up a-hobblin’,
Then with a loud hu[G]rrah, they [Em]joined me in the [G]fray,
We [Em]quickly cleared the [D]way for the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
The steam-coach was at hand,
The driver said he'd cheap ones,
But, sure, the luggage van
Was too much for my ha'pence.
For England I was bound:
It would never do to baulk it:
For, every step of the road,
Be dad! says I, I'll walk it!
I did not sigh nor moan,
Until I saw Athlone:
A pain in my shin bone,
It set my heart a bubbling;
And fearing the big cannon,
Looking o'er the Shannon,
I very quickly ran on
The rocky road to Dublin.
A coachman raised his hand,
As if myself was wanting:
I went up to a stand,
full of cars for jaunting,.
Step up, my boy! says he,
Ah, ha! that I will with pleasure:
And to the strawberry beds
I'll drive you, at your leisure.
A strawberry bed! says I,
Faith! that would be too high,
On one of straw I'll lie,
And the berries won't be troubling.
He drove me out as far,
Upon an outside car:
Faith! such jolting never worry
On the rocky road to Dublin!
The guitar chords for all verses.
[Em]In the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam [D]nearly broken-hearted
Sa[Em]luted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer, my [D]grief and tears to smother
Then [Em]off to reap the corn, and leave where I was [G]born
I [Em]cut a stout black[G]thorn to [Em]banish ghost and goblin,
In a bran’ new pair of [G]brogues I [Em]rattled o’er the [G]bogs
And [Em]frightened all the [D]dogs on the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
In [Em]Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight [D]next morning light and airy,
Took a drop of the [Em]pure, to keep my heart from sinking,
That’s an Irishman’s [D]cure, whenever he’s for drinking,
To [Em]see the lasses smile, laughing all the [G]while,
At my [Em]curious [G]style, ’twould [Em]set your heart a-bubbling,
They axed if I was [G]hired, the [Em]wages I re[G]quired,
Till [Em]I was almost [D]tired of the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
In [Em]Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon de[D]prived a view of that fine city,
Then I took a [Em]stroll out among the quality,
My bundle it was [D]stole in a neat locality;
Some[Em]thing crossed my mind, then I looked be[G]hind,
No [Em]bundle could I [G]find, up[Em]on me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring for the [G]rogue, they [Em]said my Connaught [G]brogue
Wasn’t [Em]much in [D]vogue on the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
From [Em]there I got away, my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, [D]as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me [Em]roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, [D]a cabin found for Paddy,
Down [Em]among the pigs, I played some funny [G]rigs,
Danced [Em]some hearty [G]jigs, the [Em]water round me bubblin’,
When off to Holy[G]head I [Em]wished myself was [G]dead,
Or [Em]better far [D]instead on the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
The [Em]boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, [D]I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to [Em]boil, temper I was losin’,
Poor old Erin’s isle [D]they began abusin’.
“Hu[Em]rrah, my soul,” sez I, my shillelagh [G]I let fly,
Some [Em]Galway boys were [G]by, saw [Em]I was up a-hobblin’,
Then with a loud hu[G]rrah, they [Em]joined me in the [G]fray,
We [Em]quickly cleared the [D]way for the rocky road to [Em]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four—[Em]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [D]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Em]ra!
Key of Am.
[Am]In the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam [G]nearly broken-hearted
Sa[Am]luted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer, my [G]grief and tears to smother
Then [Am]off to reap the corn, and leave where I was [C]born
I [Am]cut a stout black[C]thorn to [Am]banish ghost and goblin,
In a bran' new pair of [C]brogues I [Am]rattled o'er the [C]bogs
And [Am]frightened all the [G]dogs on the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
In [Am]Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight [G]next morning light and airy,
Took a drop of the [Am]pure, to keep my heart from sinking,
That's an Irishman's [G]cure, whenever he's for drinking,
To [Am]see the lasses smile, laughing all the [C]while,
At my [Am]curious [C]style, 'twould [Am]set your heart a-bubbling,
They axed if I was [C]hired, the [Am]wages I re[C]quired,
Till [Am]I was almost [G]tired of the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
In [Am]Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon de[G]prived a view of that fine city,
Then I took a [Am]stroll out among the quality,
My bundle it was [G]stole in a neat locality;
Some[Am]thing crossed my mind, then I looked be[C]hind,
No [Am]bundle could I [C]find, up[Am]on me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring for the [C]rogue, they [Am]said my Connaught [C]brogue
Wasn't [Am]much in [G]vogue on the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
From [Am]there I got away, my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, [G]as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me [Am]roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, [G]a cabin found for Paddy,
Down [Am]among the pigs, I played some funny [C]rigs,
Danced [Am]some hearty [C]jigs, the [Am]water round me bubblin',
When off to Holy[C]head I [Am]wished myself was [C]dead,
Or [Am]better far [G]instead on the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
The [Am]boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, [G]I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to [Am]boil, temper I was losin',
Poor old Erin's isle [G]they began abusin'.
"Hu[Am]rrah, my soul," sez I, my shillelagh [C]I let fly,
Some [Am]Galway boys were [C]by, saw [Am]I was up a-hobblin',
Then with a loud hu[C]rrah, they [Am]joined me in the [C]fray,
We [Am]quickly cleared the [G]way for the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
Guitar chords for the Key of Dm.
[Dm]In the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam [C]nearly broken-hearted
Sa[Dm]luted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer, my [C]grief and tears to smother
Then [Dm]off to reap the corn, and leave where I was [F]born
I [Dm]cut a stout black[F]thorn to [Dm]banish ghost and goblin,
In a bran' new pair of [F]brogues I [Dm]rattled o'er the [F]bogs
And [Dm]frightened all the [C]dogs on the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
In [Dm]Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight [C]next morning light and airy,
Took a drop of the [Dm]pure, to keep my heart from sinking,
That's an Irishman's [C]cure, whenever he's for drinking,
To [Dm]see the lasses smile, laughing all the [F]while,
At my [Dm]curious [F]style, 'twould [Dm]set your heart a-bubbling,
They axed if I was [F]hired, the [Dm]wages I re[F]quired,
Till [Dm]I was almost [C]tired of the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
In [Dm]Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon de[C]prived a view of that fine city,
Then I took a [Dm]stroll out among the quality,
My bundle it was [C]stole in a neat locality;
Some[Dm]thing crossed my mind, then I looked be[F]hind,
No [Dm]bundle could I [F]find, up[Dm]on me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring for the [F]rogue, they [Dm]said my Connaught [F]brogue
Wasn't [Dm]much in [C]vogue on the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
From [Dm]there I got away, my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, [C]as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me [Dm]roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, [C]a cabin found for Paddy,
Down [Dm]among the pigs, I played some funny [F]rigs,
Danced [Dm]some hearty [F]jigs, the [Dm]water round me bubblin',
When off to Holy[F]head I [Dm]wished myself was [F]dead,
Or [Dm]better far [C]instead on the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
The [Dm]boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, [C]I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to [Dm]boil, temper I was losin',
Poor old Erin's isle [C]they began abusin'.
"Hu[Dm]rrah, my soul," sez I, my shillelagh [F]I let fly,
Some [Dm]Galway boys were [F]by, saw [Dm]I was up a-hobblin',
Then with a loud hu[F]rrah, they [Dm]joined me in the [F]fray,
We [Dm]quickly cleared the [C]way for the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
[Am]In the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam [G]nearly broken-hearted
Sa[Am]luted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer, my [G]grief and tears to smother
Then [Am]off to reap the corn, and leave where I was [C]born
I [Am]cut a stout black[C]thorn to [Am]banish ghost and goblin,
In a bran' new pair of [C]brogues I [Am]rattled o'er the [C]bogs
And [Am]frightened all the [G]dogs on the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
In [Am]Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight [G]next morning light and airy,
Took a drop of the [Am]pure, to keep my heart from sinking,
That's an Irishman's [G]cure, whenever he's for drinking,
To [Am]see the lasses smile, laughing all the [C]while,
At my [Am]curious [C]style, 'twould [Am]set your heart a-bubbling,
They axed if I was [C]hired, the [Am]wages I re[C]quired,
Till [Am]I was almost [G]tired of the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
In [Am]Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon de[G]prived a view of that fine city,
Then I took a [Am]stroll out among the quality,
My bundle it was [G]stole in a neat locality;
Some[Am]thing crossed my mind, then I looked be[C]hind,
No [Am]bundle could I [C]find, up[Am]on me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring for the [C]rogue, they [Am]said my Connaught [C]brogue
Wasn't [Am]much in [G]vogue on the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
From [Am]there I got away, my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, [G]as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me [Am]roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, [G]a cabin found for Paddy,
Down [Am]among the pigs, I played some funny [C]rigs,
Danced [Am]some hearty [C]jigs, the [Am]water round me bubblin',
When off to Holy[C]head I [Am]wished myself was [C]dead,
Or [Am]better far [G]instead on the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
The [Am]boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, [G]I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to [Am]boil, temper I was losin',
Poor old Erin's isle [G]they began abusin'.
"Hu[Am]rrah, my soul," sez I, my shillelagh [C]I let fly,
Some [Am]Galway boys were [C]by, saw [Am]I was up a-hobblin',
Then with a loud hu[C]rrah, they [Am]joined me in the [C]fray,
We [Am]quickly cleared the [G]way for the rocky road to [Am]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Am]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [G]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Am]ra!
Guitar chords for the Key of Dm.
[Dm]In the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam [C]nearly broken-hearted
Sa[Dm]luted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer, my [C]grief and tears to smother
Then [Dm]off to reap the corn, and leave where I was [F]born
I [Dm]cut a stout black[F]thorn to [Dm]banish ghost and goblin,
In a bran' new pair of [F]brogues I [Dm]rattled o'er the [F]bogs
And [Dm]frightened all the [C]dogs on the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
In [Dm]Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight [C]next morning light and airy,
Took a drop of the [Dm]pure, to keep my heart from sinking,
That's an Irishman's [C]cure, whenever he's for drinking,
To [Dm]see the lasses smile, laughing all the [F]while,
At my [Dm]curious [F]style, 'twould [Dm]set your heart a-bubbling,
They axed if I was [F]hired, the [Dm]wages I re[F]quired,
Till [Dm]I was almost [C]tired of the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
In [Dm]Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon de[C]prived a view of that fine city,
Then I took a [Dm]stroll out among the quality,
My bundle it was [C]stole in a neat locality;
Some[Dm]thing crossed my mind, then I looked be[F]hind,
No [Dm]bundle could I [F]find, up[Dm]on me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring for the [F]rogue, they [Dm]said my Connaught [F]brogue
Wasn't [Dm]much in [C]vogue on the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
From [Dm]there I got away, my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, [C]as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me [Dm]roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, [C]a cabin found for Paddy,
Down [Dm]among the pigs, I played some funny [F]rigs,
Danced [Dm]some hearty [F]jigs, the [Dm]water round me bubblin',
When off to Holy[F]head I [Dm]wished myself was [F]dead,
Or [Dm]better far [C]instead on the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
The [Dm]boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, [C]I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to [Dm]boil, temper I was losin',
Poor old Erin's isle [C]they began abusin'.
"Hu[Dm]rrah, my soul," sez I, my shillelagh [F]I let fly,
Some [Dm]Galway boys were [F]by, saw [Dm]I was up a-hobblin',
Then with a loud hu[F]rrah, they [Dm]joined me in the [F]fray,
We [Dm]quickly cleared the [C]way for the rocky road to [Dm]Dublin.
**Chorus:**
One, two, three, four-[Dm]five! Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, and [C]all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-[Dm]ra!
The rocky road to Dublin song
Here's the chords as played in the live version by The Dubliner's which has Jim McCann on the guitar.
In[Dm] the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam[C] nearly broken-hearted
Saluted [Dm]Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of [C]beer my grief and tears to smother
Then[Dm] off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born
I cut a stout black[C]thorn to banish ghost and goblin,
In a [Dm]bran'new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs
And frightened all the[C] dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
cho: [Dm]One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky [C]road, and all the ways to Dublin
[Dm]Whack fol-lol-de-ra.
In[Dm] the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam[C] nearly broken-hearted
Saluted [Dm]Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of [C]beer my grief and tears to smother
Then[Dm] off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born
I cut a stout black[C]thorn to banish ghost and goblin,
In a [Dm]bran'new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs
And frightened all the[C] dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
cho: [Dm]One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky [C]road, and all the ways to Dublin
[Dm]Whack fol-lol-de-ra.
The High Kings The Rocky Road To Dublin Song
Old Irish Road Sign The Rocky Road To Dublin
Included below are fingerstyle / picking guitar tabs. The first is a standard tab and the second is for a tenor guitar / mandola tuned CGDA.
Below is the list of sheet music and tin whistle songs that are in my ebooks. This is the largest collection of tin whistle songs ever put together.[over 800 songs ] Including folk, pop and trad tunes plus German And French songs along with Christmas Carols.
All of the sheet music tabs have been made as easy to play as was possible.
The price of the ebooks is €7.50
All of the sheet music tabs have been made as easy to play as was possible.
The price of the ebooks is €7.50
Irish pub named ''The Rocky Road To Dublin''
