In the merry month of June
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from my home I started
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left the girls in Taum
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nearly brokenhearted
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saluted me father dear,
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kissed my darling mother
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drank a pint of beer,
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my grief and tears to smother
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then off to reap the corn,
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leave where I was born
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cut a stout blackthorn
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to banish ghost and goblin,
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brand-new pair of brogues,
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rattling over the bogs
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frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
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One, two three, four five
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In Mullingar last night,
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I rested limbs so weary
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started by daylight
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next morning bright and early
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took a drop of the pure
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to keep me heart from sinking
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that's the Paddy's cure
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when he's on for drinking
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see the lassies smile,
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laughing all the while
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at me darling style,
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would set your heart a-bubblin'
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asked me was I hired,
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wages I required
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'til I was almost tired
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of 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 and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
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In Dublin next arrived,
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I thought it such a pity
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to be so soon deprived
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a view of that fine city
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decided to take a stroll
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all among the quality
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bundle, it was stole
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in that neat locality
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something crossed my mind
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when I looked behind
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no bundle could I find
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upon me stick a-wobblin'
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crying for a rogue
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said me connaught brogue
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wasn't much in-vogue
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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 and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
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From there I got away,
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my spirits never failing
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landed on the quay
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just as the ship was sailing
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captain at me roared,
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said that no room had he
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then I jumped aboard
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a cabin found for Paddy
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down among the pigs,
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rig some hearty rigs,
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played some hilarity jigs,
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the water 'round me bubblin'
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off to Hollyhead
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wished myself was dead
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or better far instead
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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 and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
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The boys in Liverpool,
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when we safely landed
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called meself a fool,
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I could no longer stand it
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blood began to boil,
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temper I was losing
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poor old Erin's Isle
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they began abusing
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hooray me soul, says I,
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let the shellaillagh fly
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some Galway boys were by,
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and saw I was a-hobblin'
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with a loud array,
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they joined me in the fray
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soon we cleared the way
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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 and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
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One, two three, four five
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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
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HEY!
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The Rocky Road To Dublin
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Dropkick Murphys |