Makem & Clancy - The Rocky Road To Dublin Chords
Tempo:
67.675 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
C
D
Gm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
In the merry month of June, from me home I started, left the girls a tune,
Nearly broke and hearted saluted, Father dear, kiss me darling mother,
Drink a pint of beer, me grief and tears, This mother then ought to reap the corn,
Threeper I was born, cut to stout like thorn, To banish ghosts and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs on the rocky road, To Dublin one, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, All the way to Dublin, whack the lovely [Dm] rye.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by [C] daylight, me [Gm] spirit's blithe, And there he took a drop [D] of the pure,
Heed my heart from [C] sinking, that's the paddy's cure,
Whenever [G] he's on for drinking to see the lassie smile,
Laughing all the while, at me curious strides,
With such pure heart a bubble and ask if I was tired,
Wages I required [Dm] till I was nearly tired, Of [G] the rocky road to Dublin,
One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her down [Dm] the rocky road,
All the way to Dublin, whack the [D] lovely rye.
In Dublin next arrived, I [Gm] thought it such a pity,
To be so [C] soon deprived of [G] view of that fine city,
But then I took a stroll, all among the quality bundle,
[C] It was stolen [D] in a neat locality, something crossed me mind,
[Dm] When I looked behind, no bundle could [C] I find,
Upon me stick a [Gm] wobbling inquiring father rogue,
Said me Conrad Baroque wasn't much [G] in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
[Dm] Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road,
[C] All the way [Dm] to Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed [C] on the quay just [Gm] as the ship was sailing,
The canton [Dm] at me roared, said that no room had he,
When I [Am] jumped aboard a cabin bound for [D] Paddy,
Down [D] among the peaks, played [C] some bonnie [D] rigs,
Danced some [Bb] hearty g's, the water only bubbling,
When a polly [Bb] head, wished me self was dead or female,
I took a stroll, all among the quality bundle,
Said me Conrad [Gm] Baroque wasn't much in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, [Dm] two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road,
[C] All the way to [Bb] Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
[Dm] The voyage to Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called me [C] self a fool, I could no longer [Dm] stand it,
The blood began to boil, that where I was looting,
Poor old [C] Ernst Eil, they began [Dm] abusing,
Our amis' houses, they beat a [Bb] lilly, I let sly,
All my boys were knifed and [C] saw, I was a [Dm] hobbling with a louder ray,
Shined in the afray, we quickly cleared the way,
[C] For the rocky [Dm] road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky [C] road,
All the [Dm] way to Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
Whack the lovely rye.
[N]
Nearly broke and hearted saluted, Father dear, kiss me darling mother,
Drink a pint of beer, me grief and tears, This mother then ought to reap the corn,
Threeper I was born, cut to stout like thorn, To banish ghosts and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs on the rocky road, To Dublin one, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, All the way to Dublin, whack the lovely [Dm] rye.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by [C] daylight, me [Gm] spirit's blithe, And there he took a drop [D] of the pure,
Heed my heart from [C] sinking, that's the paddy's cure,
Whenever [G] he's on for drinking to see the lassie smile,
Laughing all the while, at me curious strides,
With such pure heart a bubble and ask if I was tired,
Wages I required [Dm] till I was nearly tired, Of [G] the rocky road to Dublin,
One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her down [Dm] the rocky road,
All the way to Dublin, whack the [D] lovely rye.
In Dublin next arrived, I [Gm] thought it such a pity,
To be so [C] soon deprived of [G] view of that fine city,
But then I took a stroll, all among the quality bundle,
[C] It was stolen [D] in a neat locality, something crossed me mind,
[Dm] When I looked behind, no bundle could [C] I find,
Upon me stick a [Gm] wobbling inquiring father rogue,
Said me Conrad Baroque wasn't much [G] in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
[Dm] Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road,
[C] All the way [Dm] to Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed [C] on the quay just [Gm] as the ship was sailing,
The canton [Dm] at me roared, said that no room had he,
When I [Am] jumped aboard a cabin bound for [D] Paddy,
Down [D] among the peaks, played [C] some bonnie [D] rigs,
Danced some [Bb] hearty g's, the water only bubbling,
When a polly [Bb] head, wished me self was dead or female,
I took a stroll, all among the quality bundle,
Said me Conrad [Gm] Baroque wasn't much in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, [Dm] two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road,
[C] All the way to [Bb] Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
[Dm] The voyage to Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called me [C] self a fool, I could no longer [Dm] stand it,
The blood began to boil, that where I was looting,
Poor old [C] Ernst Eil, they began [Dm] abusing,
Our amis' houses, they beat a [Bb] lilly, I let sly,
All my boys were knifed and [C] saw, I was a [Dm] hobbling with a louder ray,
Shined in the afray, we quickly cleared the way,
[C] For the rocky [Dm] road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky [C] road,
All the [Dm] way to Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
Whack the lovely rye.
[N]
Key:
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Gm
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Dm
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ In the merry month of June, from me home I started, left the girls a tune,
Nearly broke and hearted saluted, Father dear, kiss me darling mother,
Drink a pint of beer, me grief and tears, This mother then ought to reap the corn,
Threeper I was born, cut to stout like thorn, To banish ghosts and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs on the rocky road, To Dublin one, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, All the way to Dublin, whack the lovely [Dm] rye.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by [C] daylight, me [Gm] spirit's blithe, And there he took a drop [D] of the pure,
Heed my heart from [C] sinking, that's the paddy's cure,
Whenever [G] he's on for drinking to see the lassie smile,
Laughing all the while, at me curious strides,
With such pure heart a bubble and ask if I was tired,
Wages I required [Dm] till I was nearly tired, Of [G] the rocky road to Dublin,
One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her down [Dm] the rocky road,
All the way to Dublin, whack the [D] lovely rye.
In Dublin next arrived, I [Gm] thought it such a pity,
To be so [C] soon deprived of [G] view of that fine city,
But then I took a stroll, all among the quality bundle,
[C] It was stolen [D] in a neat locality, something crossed me mind,
[Dm] When I looked behind, no bundle could [C] I find,
Upon me stick a [Gm] wobbling inquiring father rogue,
Said me Conrad Baroque wasn't much [G] in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
[Dm] Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road,
[C] All the way [Dm] to Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed [C] on the quay just [Gm] as the ship was sailing,
The canton [Dm] at me roared, said that no room had he,
When I [Am] jumped aboard a cabin bound for [D] Paddy,
Down [D] among the peaks, played [C] some bonnie [D] rigs,
Danced some [Bb] hearty g's, the water only bubbling,
When a polly [Bb] head, wished me self was dead or female,
I took a stroll, all among the quality bundle,
Said me Conrad [Gm] Baroque wasn't much in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, [Dm] two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road,
[C] All the way to [Bb] Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
[Dm] The voyage to Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called me [C] self a fool, I could no longer [Dm] stand it,
The blood began to boil, that where I was looting,
Poor old [C] Ernst Eil, they began [Dm] abusing,
Our amis' houses, they beat a [Bb] lilly, I let sly,
All my boys were knifed and [C] saw, I was a [Dm] hobbling with a louder ray,
Shined in the afray, we quickly cleared the way,
[C] For the rocky [Dm] road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky [C] road,
All the [Dm] way to Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
Whack the lovely rye. _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ In the merry month of June, from me home I started, left the girls a tune,
Nearly broke and hearted saluted, Father dear, kiss me darling mother,
Drink a pint of beer, me grief and tears, This mother then ought to reap the corn,
Threeper I was born, cut to stout like thorn, To banish ghosts and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs on the rocky road, To Dublin one, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, All the way to Dublin, whack the lovely [Dm] rye.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by [C] daylight, me [Gm] spirit's blithe, And there he took a drop [D] of the pure,
Heed my heart from [C] sinking, that's the paddy's cure,
Whenever [G] he's on for drinking to see the lassie smile,
Laughing all the while, at me curious strides,
With such pure heart a bubble and ask if I was tired,
Wages I required [Dm] till I was nearly tired, Of [G] the rocky road to Dublin,
One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her down [Dm] the rocky road,
All the way to Dublin, whack the [D] lovely rye.
In Dublin next arrived, I [Gm] thought it such a pity,
To be so [C] soon deprived of [G] view of that fine city,
But then I took a stroll, all among the quality bundle,
[C] It was stolen [D] in a neat locality, something crossed me mind,
[Dm] When I looked behind, no bundle could [C] I find,
Upon me stick a [Gm] wobbling inquiring father rogue,
Said me Conrad Baroque wasn't much [G] in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
[Dm] Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road,
[C] All the way [Dm] to Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed [C] on the quay just [Gm] as the ship was sailing,
The canton [Dm] at me roared, said that no room had he,
When I [Am] jumped aboard a cabin bound for [D] Paddy,
Down [D] among the peaks, played [C] some bonnie [D] rigs,
Danced some [Bb] hearty g's, the water only bubbling,
When a polly [Bb] head, wished me self was dead or female,
I took a stroll, all among the quality bundle,
Said me Conrad [Gm] Baroque wasn't much in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, [Dm] two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road,
[C] All the way to [Bb] Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
[Dm] The voyage to Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called me [C] self a fool, I could no longer [Dm] stand it,
The blood began to boil, that where I was looting,
Poor old [C] Ernst Eil, they began [Dm] abusing,
Our amis' houses, they beat a [Bb] lilly, I let sly,
All my boys were knifed and [C] saw, I was a [Dm] hobbling with a louder ray,
Shined in the afray, we quickly cleared the way,
[C] For the rocky [Dm] road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky [C] road,
All the [Dm] way to Dublin, whack the lovely rye.
Whack the lovely rye. _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
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