The Rocky Road To Dublin Chords by Paddy Reilly

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_ _ _ Right here we go.
The Rocky Road to Dublin. _ _ _ _
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[Cm] _ _ _ I'm a herring turner down the Rocky [Bb] Road.
All the way to Dublin, what a [Cm] _ lollipop.
We're at Hershey.
_ _ Where a mullet gather three herse that lives so weary,
start at my [Bb] day, share a twine [Cm] of dairy,
sugar, clover, the pure.
Help me, I've been sinking, that's the paddy's [Bb] cure.
Dairy's over, [Cm] big as the sea, the lassie's fire.
Poppin' all the wire, help me, curious, [Bb] I've been searching.
I've got [Cm] bubble and nasty fire, I heard.
Wages I am required, I was almost [Bb] tired.
On the Rocky Road [Cm] to Dublin, one should say for fine.
I'm a herring turner down the Rocky [Bb] Road.
All the way to Dublin, my pal, [Cm] I demand. _ _ _ _ _
_ When in Dublin, next to the pipe,
I thought it'd be a pity to be so soon [Bb] deprived.
A few of them, [Cm] I simply sold, and I took the salt.
Kept them on the quality, bungled in the [Bb] stall.
In a heap of [Cm] pallidates, up the glass we mined.
When I looked behind the bundle, [Bb] what I'd find upon me.
A woman [Cm] inquired, and off the road, said me,
Can a crow, was it much in [Bb] gold?
On the Rocky Road [G] to Dublin, one should [Cm] say for fine.
I'm a herring turner down the Rocky [Bb] Road.
All the way to Dublin, my pal, [Cm] I demand. _ _
_ Well, from there I got away, me spirits never fail.
And landed on the [Bb] quay just as the ship was [Cm] sailing.
Catching that me boat, I set the gold penny.
And I [Bb] jumped aboard a catapult.
_ [Cm] On a honder pace, made some haggy race.
Done some [Bb] haggy jakes, the water every [Cm] bubble.
And I'd haul the head, wish me self was dead.
Lifted her bar instead.
[Bb] On the Rocky Road to Dublin, [Cm] one should say for fine.
I'm a herring turner down the Rocky [Bb] Road.
All the way to Dublin, my pal, I demand. _ _
_ _ Well, the pies had cleared her pool.
I went me safety net, to call me self a fool.
I couldn't no longer [Cm] stand it, but began to pipe.
Tempered I was, me was impure, and I dared [Bb] to say it.
They began [Cm] abusing the rammy, selfs as I shall daily.
I let fly, all me pies were [Bb] quay.
Saw I was a [Cm] hobble and meant to never to break.
Joy, it did me a break, quick, prepare the way.
[Bb] To the Rocky Road to [Cm] Dublin, one should say for fine.
I'm a herring turner down the Rocky Road.
[Bb] All the way to Dublin, my pal, I [G] demand.
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