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DmIn theC merry moDmnth of May from my home I started
DmLeft the Cgirls of DmTuam-Cnearly broken-hearted
SalDmuted FCather Dmdear kissed my darlin' Mother
DmDrank a Cpint of Dmbeer my Cgrief and tears to smother
Then Dmoff to reap the Ccorn and lDmeave where I was bCorn
I Dmcut a stout blackCthorn to Cbanish ghost and goblin
In a Dmbrand-new pair ofC brogues IDm rattled o'er theC bogs
And Dmfrightened all the Cdogs Con the rocky road to Dublin
OAne two thrCee four fiveDm
Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road
And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm
In DmMullinCgar that Dmnight I rested limbs so weary
DmStarted Cby dayDmlight next Cmorning light and airy
DmTook a Cdrop of the Dmpure to keep my heart from sinking
DmThat's an CPaddy d Dmcure whene'eCr he's on for drinking
To Dmsee the lasses Csmile lDmaughing all the wChile
DmAt me curious Cstyle 'twould sCet your heart a-bubbling
They Dmax'd if I was Chired the wDmages I reqCuired
Till DmI was almost Ctired Cof the rocky road to Dublin
OAne two thrCee four fiveDm
Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road
And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm
In DmDublin Cnext arDmrived I thought it such a pity
To Dmbe so Csoon deDmprived a Cview of that fine city
DmThen I Ctook a Dmstroll out among the quality
My Dmbundle Cit was Dmstole Cin a neat locality
DmSomething crossed me Cmind tDmhen I looked behCind
NoDm bundle could I fCind upCon me stick a-wobblin'
EnDmquiring for the Crogue they sDmaid me Connaught bCrogue
DmWasn't much in Cvogue Con the rocky road to Dublin
OAne two thrCee four fiveDm
Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road
And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm
From Dmthere I Cgot aDmway me spirits never failing
DmLanded Con the Dmquay Cas the ship was sailing
DmCaptain Cat me Dmroared said that no room had he
DmWhen I Cjumped aDmboard a cCabin found for Paddy
DmDown among the Cpigs I pDmlayed some funny rCigs
DmDanced some hearty Cjigs the wCater round me bubblin'
When Dmoff to HolyChead I Dmwished meself was Cdead
Or Dmbetter far insCtead onC the rocky road to Dublin
OAne two thrCee four fiveDm
Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road
And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm
The Dmboys of CLiverDmpool when we safely landed
DmCalled meCself a Dmfool I cCould no longer stand it
Me Dmblood beCgan to Dmboil temper I was losin'
DmPoor old CErin's Dmisle Cthey began abusin'
HurrDmah my soul says I Clet my sDmhillelagh fly C
Some DmGalway boys came Cby sCaw I was a hobblein
Then Dmwith a loud HurCray they jDmoined in the affCray
We Dmquickly cleared the Cway fCor the rocky road to Dublin
OAne two thrCee four fiveDm
Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road
And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm
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