Songtext zu 'Rocky Road to Dublin/Kid on The Mountain' von Gaelic Storm

Well in the merry month of june
From my home I started, left the girls of tuam
Nearly broken hearted, saluted father dear
Kissed me darlin' mother, drank a pint of beer
My grief and tears to smother, then off to reap the corn
And leave where I was born, I cut a stout blackthorn
To banish ghost and goblin, in a brand new pair of brogues
Rattling 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 road and all the ways to dublin, whack, fol lol de ra

Now in mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary, started by daylight
Next mornin' bright and early, took a drop of the pure
To keep me heart from sinkin', now that's the paddy'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 bubblin'. Asked me was I was hired
Wages I required, 'til I was almost tired
Of the rocky road to dublin

One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her down
The rocky road and all the ways to dublin, whack, fol lol de ra

When in dublin next arrived
I thought it such a pity, to be so soon deprived
The view of that fine city. Decided to take a stroll
All among the quality, bundle it was stolen
In the neat locality; something crossed my mind
When I looked behind; no bundle could I find
Upon my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue
Said me connacht 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 road,and all the ways to dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-ra

And from there I got away
My spirit was never failin', landed on the quay
Just as the ship was sailin'; captain at me roared
Said that no room had he, then I jumped aboard
A cabin found for paddy, down among the pigs
Played some funny rigs, danced some hearty jigs
The water round me bubblin', off to holyhead
I wished meself was dead, better far instead
On the rocky road to dublin

One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the ways to dublin, whack, fol lol de ra

The boys of liverpool
When we safely landed, called meself a fool
I could no longer stand it; blood began to boil
Temper I was losin', poor old erin's isl
They began abusin', "hurrah me soul," says I
My shillelagh fly; some galway boys came by
They saw I was a hobblin', with a loud hurray
They joined in the affray?soon we cleared the way
For the rocky road to dublin

One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the ways to dublin, whack, fol lol de ra