A$AP Rocky Rocky Road To Dublin ( Rare Version)

Đóng góp: The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of June, I from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken- hearted.
Saluted me father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, tears and grief to smother;
Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghost and goblin.
With a pair of brand new brogues I rattled o'er the bogs
And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, fourm five.
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lo l-de-ra.
In Mullingar that night, I rested, limbs so weary,
Started by daylight with spirits bright and airy;
Took a drop of the pure to keep me spirits from sinking,
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's troubled with thinking,
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style,’twould set your heart a-bubblin';
Asked if I was hired, the wages I required
‘Til I almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, fourm five.
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lo l-de-ra.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it was a pity
To be so deprived of a view of that fine city;
Well then I took a stroll all along the quality,
Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality,
Something crossed me mind, when I look behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin;
Inquiring for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue,
It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, fourm five.
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lo l-de-ra.
I soon got out of that, me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
The captain at me roared, swore that no room had he,
when I junped on board, a cabin found for paddy,
Down among the pigs I played with rummy rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
But when off Holyhead I wished that I was dead,
Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, fourm five.
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lo l-de-ra.
The boys in Liverpool, when we safety landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it,
My blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'
"Hurrah! my boys," says I, shillelagh I let fly,
Galway boys were by, they saw I was a hobble in,
With a loud "hurrah!" they joined me in the fray,
Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, fourm five.
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lo l-de-ra.