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Dublin Road
Artist(s): Craicmore

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Arranger(s):
John MacAdams (BMI) 100%


Original Composer:
Traditional (Public Domain)


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%


Category:
World


Subcategories:
Celtic, Female Vocal, Folk, Irish, Male Vocal, PD, Public Domain, Public Domain (PD), World Irish Scottish Celtic


Keywords:
Countryside, Dark, Drinking, Four Leaf Clover, Green Beer, Heartfelt, Ireland, Leprechauns, Luck, Lucky Charms, Melancholy, Moody, PD, Pub, Sad, Scottish, St. Patrick's Day, Traditional, Travel


Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bodhran Drum, Electric Bass, Flute


BPM:
126


Key:
Fm


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Dublin Road

Dublin Road

In the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the boys of Tuam nearly broken-hearted
Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Then drank a pint of beer grief and tears to smother
Then off to reave the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin,
A bran' new pair of brogues rattled o'er the bogs
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning light and airy,
Took a drop of pure, keep my heart from sinking,
That's a favorite cure, when're he's on for drinking,
To see the laddies smile, laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling,
Asked if I was hired, the wages I required,
'Til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

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 out among the quality,
My bundle it was stole in a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin',
Asking for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
Off to Holyhead I wished myself was dead,
Or better far, instead, 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 ways to Dublin
One, two, three, four five



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