Rocky Road To Dublin

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The Rocky Road To Dublin
Información cheneral
En aragonés O petroso camín enta Dublín
Canta tradicional irlandesa
Parolas D.K. Gavan
Idioma Anglés
Atras versions
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Audicions
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The Rocky Road To Dublin (en aragonés O petroso camín enta Dublín) ye una canta de musica folk muit popular en Irlanda.

Cuenta a historia y escaicimientos d'un choven y desventurato emigrant irlandés qui marcha dende o suyo lugar de Tuam por o petroso camín que marcha enta Dublin en el que li furtan o paramento, dende on marcha en barco enta Liverpool, ta rematar ficau en una baralla con a chent d'o lugar.

Escuitar version d'o cantaire Christopher Nolte d'a canta Rocky Road to Dublin.

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In the merry month of June from me home I started,

Left the girls of Tuam so nearly broken hearted,
Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
In a brand new pair of brogues to rattle o'er the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus):
One two three four five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol la de rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning bright and early
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking;
That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me darlin' style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
Decided to take a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off to Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

The boys of Liverpool, when we were safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul!" says I, let the shillelagh fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a loud "hurray!" joined in the fray.
Quickly cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

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