Rocky Road To Dublin chords by The High Kings

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Verse 1:
N.C.
In the merry month of May, From my home, I started

Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted

Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother

Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother
N.C.
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, I rattled o'er the bogs

And frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin


Chorus:
N.C.
One, two, three, four five

Hunt the hare and turn her
N.C.
Down the rocky road

And all the ways to Dublin

Whack-fol-lol-de-ra


Verse 2:
N.C.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy

Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin'

That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking
N.C.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while

At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'

They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required

Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin


Chorus:
N.C.
One, two, three, four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road
N.C.
And all the ways to Dublin

Whack-fol-lol-de-ra


Verse 3:
N.C.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city

Then I took a stroll, All among the quality

My bundle it was stolen, In a neat locality;
N.C.
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;

No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a-wobblin'

Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue

Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin


Chorus:
 Am     G     Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road
       G
And all the ways to Dublin
 Am    G   Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra


Verse 4:
 Am
From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
          G
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
  Am   G  Am
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had him
            G
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy
 Am       G   Am         G
Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs
 Am        G
Danced some hearty jigs, The water 'round me bubblin'
 Am     G    Am        G
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead
 Am      G
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin


Chorus:
Am     G      Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road
  G
And all the ways to Dublin
 Am    G   Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra


Verse 5:
Am
The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed
           G
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Am   G    Am
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin'
           G
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin'
 Am          G  Am         G
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Am          G
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in
 Am        G    Am         G
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray
 Am           G
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin


Chorus:
Am     G      Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her
Am
Down the rocky road
 G
And all the ways to Dublin
Am     G   Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
Am     G   Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
Am     G   Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra