Chords for the high kings - rocky road to dublin

[N] _ _ [A] In the merry [D] month of June, from me [F] home I started, left the girls a tune, nearly [A] broken hearted salute to father [D] dear, kiss me darling [G] mother, drink a pint of beer, me [F] grief and tears to smother, then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, [D] cut to slough [C] by corn, to [D] banish ghosts and goblins, a brand new pair of brooks, rattling o'er the boughs, frightening all [C] the dogs on the rocky [Bb] road, to Dublin [G] one, two, three, four, five, cut the hair and turn her down the rocky road, [C] all the way to Dublin, black [D] full of me rag.
_ _ _ _ _ _ In Mullingar that night I rested, limbs so weary, started by day, light me spirits bright, and there he took a drop of the pure, keep me hard from sinking, that's the paddy's cure, whenever [C] he's on for [D] drinking, to see the lassie smile, laughing all the while, at me [C] curious child, to set your heart to bubbling, [Bb] and ask if I was hard, wages I [G] required, till I was nearly tired, of the rocky road, to Dublin one, [F] two, three, four, five, cut the hair and [A] turn her down the rocky road, [C] all the way [F] to Dublin, black full of [D] me rag. _ _ _ _
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, [Gm] to be so soon deprived, [C] a few of that fine city, well then I [Bb] took a stroll, [Dm] all among the quality bundle it was stole, all in [Cm] the neat [D] locality, something crossed me mind, [F] when I looked behind, no bundle [Am] could I find, upon me sick a wobbling inquiring for the road, said [Bm] me Connacht Grove wasn't [Am] much in vogue, on the rocky road, to Dublin one, two, three, [D] four, five, cut the hair and turn her down the rocky [C] road, all the way to Dublin, black full of me rag.
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From there I got away, me spirits [Dm] never failing, landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing, the captain at me roared, [D] said that [Dm] no room had he, when I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy, down [Am] among the pace, laid some honey rakes, got some hearty [G] jigs to water, every bubbling [Am] when I pawed the head, [G] wished me selfless dead, a better [Am] far instead, on the rocky road, to Dublin one, two, [D] three, four, five, cut the hair and turn her down the rocky [C] road, all the way to Dublin, black full of me rag.
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The boys of Liverpool, when we [A] safely landed, called me stealth a [C] fool, I couldn't no longer [F] stand it, blood [G] began to boil, temper I was [A] losing, poor old Erin's I'll, they began [Am] abusing, hurrah, me so says [D] I'm a shillane, and I looked like all [Am] my wives were dying, so I was [C] a hobbling quick, the loud hooray, [D] joined in the aframing, we [Am] could make it away, on the rocky road, to Dublin one, two, three, four, [Dm] five, cut the hair and turn [D] her down the rocky road, [Am] all the way to Dublin, black full [D] of me rag.
cut the hair and turn her down the rocky [C] road, all the way to Dublin, black full of me rag.
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