The rocky road to dublin mp3 free download

They are 3. These were recorded flat and then also equalized with Turnover: The preferred versions suggested by an audio engineer at George Blood, L. The recording on the other side of this disc: Not completed due to physical condition of disc.

Uploaded by jakej on September 16, Internet Archive's 25th Anniversary Logo. Search icon An illustration of a magnifying glass. User icon An illustration of a person's head and chest. Sign up Log in. Web icon An illustration of a computer application window Wayback Machine Texts icon An illustration of an open book. Books Video icon An illustration of two cells of a film strip. Video Audio icon An illustration of an audio speaker. Gavan In the merry month of May from me home I started, Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted, 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 a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs And frightning 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 follol de rah! In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight next morning bright and early, Took a drop of pure to keep my heart from sinking; Thats the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking.

See the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required, 'Til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin. In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city. So then I took a stroll, all among the quality; Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.

Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin. From there I got away, me spirits never falling, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing. The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he; When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.

Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling; When off Holyhead I wished myself was dead, Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.