Chords for Rocky Road To Dublin - The Dubliners
Tempo:
120.45 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
C
D
Am
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C]
[Dm]
Was in the merry multitude, from the home of the happy little giggle to the [C] tune,
Sat and broken, and [Am] the joke of the [Dm] happy dear,
Yet he learned, and for the time, kept a hint of [C] fear,
Tears and grief, and for [Dm] the then now,
There is a [Dm] corn, sweet where life was born,
A corn of sorrows, black [C] corn to vanish scorn,
[Dm] Of a new pair of brooks, black to know the borg,
Brighten all the [C] joys of the rocky road,
To [A] Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the way to Dublin, what [Dm] a lovely town.
In Mull and Gavin, they'd the rest,
And there was a way, where we started,
Where we'd [C] lay, and there was praise,
And there we took, [Dm] a cup of that pure,
To keep these spirits from sink,
And that's the [C] peasant's cure,
When every noble [Dm] good thinkin',
To see the lasses myish, laughin' all the wise,
Hath been me curing the sad,
[C] And to your heart, [Dm] your public menace,
[D] If I was hired, which I [Dm] acquired,
To lay with all [C] my fairs, the rocky road,
[Dm] To Dublin one, two, three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the way [Em] to Dublin, what [Dm] a lovely town.
In Dublin next, there I'd a thought,
It was a pity to be so so, and [C] be blind,
To be low, that [Dm] was the people then,
I took a stone, all among the quality,
One little [C] was shown, I had it,
It [Dm] was merely something, that be mine,
And I left them behind,
Upon the fine, [C] the fatty, thick,
[Dm] Of a milling fire, in the rock of the road,
Set me kind and broad, while in the [C] shim of,
On the rocky road, [A] to Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky road,
[C] And all the way to Dublin, what a [Dm] lovely town.
I soon got over that, me finest I never had,
And I did not [C] decay, the value ship,
[Dm] Was a heaven, got to not be wrought,
For the pure, a petty, when I jumped [C] aboard,
I was a coven, found [Dm] for petty,
Down among the pigs, in the roomy ming,
Danced some [C] haggie, jingled the water,
A happy [Dm] woman, and when I pulled her head,
Wish me to a queset, of a fresh man,
[C] Set on the rocky [D] road, to Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the [D] way to Dublin, what a lovely town.
I'm by the Liverpool, going with them,
And I call me self, a [C] fool, I could not understand,
[Am] And the brook, it [Dm] began to boil,
Ten, ten years, it never done,
For we're on the [C] Aerozole,
There began a fusion, a happy boy,
To be [Dm] best, to lay the island, and cry,
[C] Ah, what a [Dm] Dublin, where the low water is,
Shine me, you see, a fray,
Take me clear, the way, [C] for the rocky road,
To Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky road,
And all the way to Dublin, what a [Dm] lovely town.
[D] [N]
[Dm]
Was in the merry multitude, from the home of the happy little giggle to the [C] tune,
Sat and broken, and [Am] the joke of the [Dm] happy dear,
Yet he learned, and for the time, kept a hint of [C] fear,
Tears and grief, and for [Dm] the then now,
There is a [Dm] corn, sweet where life was born,
A corn of sorrows, black [C] corn to vanish scorn,
[Dm] Of a new pair of brooks, black to know the borg,
Brighten all the [C] joys of the rocky road,
To [A] Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the way to Dublin, what [Dm] a lovely town.
In Mull and Gavin, they'd the rest,
And there was a way, where we started,
Where we'd [C] lay, and there was praise,
And there we took, [Dm] a cup of that pure,
To keep these spirits from sink,
And that's the [C] peasant's cure,
When every noble [Dm] good thinkin',
To see the lasses myish, laughin' all the wise,
Hath been me curing the sad,
[C] And to your heart, [Dm] your public menace,
[D] If I was hired, which I [Dm] acquired,
To lay with all [C] my fairs, the rocky road,
[Dm] To Dublin one, two, three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the way [Em] to Dublin, what [Dm] a lovely town.
In Dublin next, there I'd a thought,
It was a pity to be so so, and [C] be blind,
To be low, that [Dm] was the people then,
I took a stone, all among the quality,
One little [C] was shown, I had it,
It [Dm] was merely something, that be mine,
And I left them behind,
Upon the fine, [C] the fatty, thick,
[Dm] Of a milling fire, in the rock of the road,
Set me kind and broad, while in the [C] shim of,
On the rocky road, [A] to Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky road,
[C] And all the way to Dublin, what a [Dm] lovely town.
I soon got over that, me finest I never had,
And I did not [C] decay, the value ship,
[Dm] Was a heaven, got to not be wrought,
For the pure, a petty, when I jumped [C] aboard,
I was a coven, found [Dm] for petty,
Down among the pigs, in the roomy ming,
Danced some [C] haggie, jingled the water,
A happy [Dm] woman, and when I pulled her head,
Wish me to a queset, of a fresh man,
[C] Set on the rocky [D] road, to Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the [D] way to Dublin, what a lovely town.
I'm by the Liverpool, going with them,
And I call me self, a [C] fool, I could not understand,
[Am] And the brook, it [Dm] began to boil,
Ten, ten years, it never done,
For we're on the [C] Aerozole,
There began a fusion, a happy boy,
To be [Dm] best, to lay the island, and cry,
[C] Ah, what a [Dm] Dublin, where the low water is,
Shine me, you see, a fray,
Take me clear, the way, [C] for the rocky road,
To Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky road,
And all the way to Dublin, what a [Dm] lovely town.
[D] [N]
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Was in the merry multitude, from the home of the happy little giggle to the [C] tune,
Sat and broken, and [Am] the joke of the [Dm] happy dear,
Yet he learned, and for the time, kept a hint of [C] fear,
Tears and grief, and for [Dm] the then now,
There is a [Dm] corn, sweet where life was born,
A corn of sorrows, black [C] corn to vanish scorn,
[Dm] Of a new pair of brooks, black to know the borg,
Brighten all the [C] joys of the rocky road,
To [A] Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the way to Dublin, what [Dm] a lovely town.
_ In Mull and Gavin, they'd the rest,
And there was a way, where we started,
Where we'd [C] lay, and there was praise,
And there we took, [Dm] a cup of that pure,
To keep these spirits from sink,
And that's the [C] peasant's cure,
When every noble [Dm] good thinkin',
To see the lasses myish, laughin' all the wise,
Hath been me curing the sad,
[C] And to your heart, [Dm] your public menace,
[D] If I was hired, which I [Dm] acquired,
To lay with all [C] my fairs, the rocky road,
[Dm] To Dublin one, two, three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the way [Em] to Dublin, what [Dm] a lovely town.
_ In Dublin next, there I'd a thought,
It was a pity to be so so, and [C] be blind,
To be low, that [Dm] was the people then,
I took a stone, all among the quality,
One little [C] was shown, I had it,
It [Dm] was merely something, that be mine,
And I left them behind,
Upon the fine, [C] the fatty, thick,
[Dm] Of a milling fire, in the rock of the road,
Set me kind and broad, while in the [C] shim of,
On the rocky road, [A] to Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky road,
[C] And all the way to Dublin, what a [Dm] lovely town.
I soon got over that, me finest I never had,
And I did not [C] decay, the value ship,
[Dm] Was a heaven, got to not be wrought,
For the pure, a petty, when I jumped [C] aboard,
I was a coven, found [Dm] for petty,
Down among the pigs, in the roomy ming,
Danced some [C] haggie, jingled the water,
A happy [Dm] woman, and when I pulled her head,
Wish me to a queset, of a fresh man,
[C] Set on the rocky [D] road, to Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the [D] way to Dublin, what a lovely town.
I'm by the Liverpool, going with them,
And I call me self, a [C] fool, I could not understand,
[Am] And the brook, it [Dm] began to boil,
Ten, ten years, it never done,
For we're on the [C] Aerozole,
There began a fusion, a happy boy,
To be [Dm] best, to lay the island, and cry, _ _
[C] Ah, what a [Dm] Dublin, where the low water is,
Shine me, you see, a fray,
Take me clear, the way, [C] for the rocky road,
To Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky road,
And all the way to Dublin, what a [Dm] lovely town. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [N] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Was in the merry multitude, from the home of the happy little giggle to the [C] tune,
Sat and broken, and [Am] the joke of the [Dm] happy dear,
Yet he learned, and for the time, kept a hint of [C] fear,
Tears and grief, and for [Dm] the then now,
There is a [Dm] corn, sweet where life was born,
A corn of sorrows, black [C] corn to vanish scorn,
[Dm] Of a new pair of brooks, black to know the borg,
Brighten all the [C] joys of the rocky road,
To [A] Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the way to Dublin, what [Dm] a lovely town.
_ In Mull and Gavin, they'd the rest,
And there was a way, where we started,
Where we'd [C] lay, and there was praise,
And there we took, [Dm] a cup of that pure,
To keep these spirits from sink,
And that's the [C] peasant's cure,
When every noble [Dm] good thinkin',
To see the lasses myish, laughin' all the wise,
Hath been me curing the sad,
[C] And to your heart, [Dm] your public menace,
[D] If I was hired, which I [Dm] acquired,
To lay with all [C] my fairs, the rocky road,
[Dm] To Dublin one, two, three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the way [Em] to Dublin, what [Dm] a lovely town.
_ In Dublin next, there I'd a thought,
It was a pity to be so so, and [C] be blind,
To be low, that [Dm] was the people then,
I took a stone, all among the quality,
One little [C] was shown, I had it,
It [Dm] was merely something, that be mine,
And I left them behind,
Upon the fine, [C] the fatty, thick,
[Dm] Of a milling fire, in the rock of the road,
Set me kind and broad, while in the [C] shim of,
On the rocky road, [A] to Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky road,
[C] And all the way to Dublin, what a [Dm] lovely town.
I soon got over that, me finest I never had,
And I did not [C] decay, the value ship,
[Dm] Was a heaven, got to not be wrought,
For the pure, a petty, when I jumped [C] aboard,
I was a coven, found [Dm] for petty,
Down among the pigs, in the roomy ming,
Danced some [C] haggie, jingled the water,
A happy [Dm] woman, and when I pulled her head,
Wish me to a queset, of a fresh man,
[C] Set on the rocky [D] road, to Dublin one, two, [Dm] three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky [C] road,
And all the [D] way to Dublin, what a lovely town.
I'm by the Liverpool, going with them,
And I call me self, a [C] fool, I could not understand,
[Am] And the brook, it [Dm] began to boil,
Ten, ten years, it never done,
For we're on the [C] Aerozole,
There began a fusion, a happy boy,
To be [Dm] best, to lay the island, and cry, _ _
[C] Ah, what a [Dm] Dublin, where the low water is,
Shine me, you see, a fray,
Take me clear, the way, [C] for the rocky road,
To Dublin, one, two, three, four, five,
From the hair and corn, and the rocky road,
And all the way to Dublin, what a [Dm] lovely town. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [N] _