The Rocky Road To Dublin Chords by The High Kings

_ _ In the merry month of June, from me home I started, left the girls a tune, nearly brokenhearted, saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother, drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother, then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, cut to stealth like thorn to banish ghosts and goblins, a brand new pair of brooks, rattling o'er the bogs, frightening all the dogs, on the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five, cut the hair and turn her down the rocky road, all the way to Dublin, whack for lonely ride. _ _ _ _
_ In Mullingar that night I rested, limped so weary, started why they like me, spirits bright and airy, took a drop of the pure, keep me hard from sinking, [C] that's the paddy's cure, whenever he's on for [Ab] drinking, just see the lassie smile, laughing all the while, at me curious child, would set your heart a-bubbling and asked if I was hard, wages I required, till I was nearly [Gb] tired, on the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five, cut the hair and turn her down the [C] rocky road, all the [Dm] way to Dublin, whack for lonely ride.
_ _ _ _ _ In Dublin next to Ryder, caught in such a pity, to be so soon [C] deprived, a few of that fine city, well then they [Dm] took a stroll, all among the quality bundle it was [Cm] stole, all in a [A] neat locality, something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, no bundle could I find, upon me sick a wobbling, inquiring [E] for the road, sent me con a crow, wasn't [G] much in vogue, on the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, three, [D] four, five, cut the hair and turn her down the rocky [G] road, all the way to Dublin, whack for lonely ride.
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_ From there I got away, [Dm] me spirits never bailing, landed on the [C] quay, just as the ship [G] was sailing, the captain at [D] me roared, said that no room had he, when [Dm] I jumped aboard [C] a cabin found for Paddy, [Am] down among the bays, [G] played some pony [Am] rakes, danced some hearty jigs, [G] the water round me bubbling, [Am] when I pawed the head, [G] wished meself was dead, [C] I fled her far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin, [D] one, two, three, [Dm] four, five, cut the hair and turn her down the rocky road, [G] all the way to Dublin, whack for lonely ride. _
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The boys of Liverpool, [N] when we safely landed, called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, blood began to boil, temper I was losing, poor old Erin's [F] I'll, they began [C] abusing her, I'd be soaked as I was [D] shedding, and I looked [Am] like all my wives were dying, so I [G] was a [Am]-huddling, quick, a loud hurray, [D] joined in the afray, [Am] we quickly cleared away, on the rocky [G] road to Dublin, one, two, [Dm] three, four, five, cut the hair and turn her down the rocky road, all the way to Dublin, whack for lonely ride.
[G] All the way to Dublin, whack for [Dm] lonely ride.
Cut the hair and turn her down the rocky road, all the way to Dublin, whack for [D] lonely ride. _ _ _ _ _
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