The Rocky Road To Dublin
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While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started
Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly 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 and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from shrinking
Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for drinking
To hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'
They asked me was I hired and wages I required to lay
Was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Bundle it was stolen, in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
'Quiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah

From there I got away, me spirits never falling
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs
I played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah

The boys of Liverpool, 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 Isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a "lo!" and "hurray!" they joined in the affray
Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three four, five




Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah

Overall Meaning

The Rocky Road to Dublin was a popular song written by D. K. Gavan and made famous by The Dubliners in the 1960s. It is a song about a man returning to Dublin from his home in Tuam in the County Galway. The song is full of references to Irish traditions and culture. The first verse of the song refers to the Maytime Festival, where people would go to dance and sing in the month of May. The second verse talks about the singer's journey through Mullingar, where he meets some lassies who ask him if he is looking for work. The third verse tells of the singer's arrival in Dublin, where he has his bundle stolen and is forced to leave in a hurry.


The refrain of the song "Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, and all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah" is a reference to an Irish game called Hare and Hounds, which involves chasing a hare through the countryside. The singer's journey to Dublin is described as a "rocky road", but it is also a metaphor for the struggles of life. The song is full of references to Irish folklore, such as the use of a black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins.


Line by Line Meaning

While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started
I began my journey in the happy month of May, leaving my hometown.


Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly broken-hearted
The girls of Tuam were very sad to see me go.


Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother
I said goodbye to my father and mother, giving them both a kiss.


Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
To hide my sadness, I drank a pint of beer.


Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
I set out to harvest the corn and leave the place where I was born.


Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
I cut a strong, black thorn stick to protect myself from ghosts and goblins.


A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
I wore a new pair of shoes to make noise on the wet fields.


And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
I made noise to scare the dogs along the way to Dublin.


A-one, two, three, four, five
Counting off the steps I take on my journey.


Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
I'm searching for an adventure and taking the difficult road.


And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
I'm taking any path that leads me to Dublin with a sense of excitement.


In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
I stayed in Mullingar to rest my tired body.


Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
I started my journey early the next day.


Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from shrinking
I had a drink to keep my courage and my heart strong.


Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for drinking
That's the Irish way of dealing with drinking.


To hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while
I heard the cheerful laughter of girls.


At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'
People laughed at my unique style, which made me feel good.


They asked me was I hired and wages I required to lay
They wondered if I was looking for work and how much I needed to be paid.


Was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin
I was getting tired of the difficult journey to Dublin.


One, two, three, four, five
Counting off the steps I take on my journey.


Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
I'm still looking for adventure and taking the difficult road.


And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
I'm still taking any path that leads me to Dublin with a sense of adventure.


In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
When I arrived in Dublin, I thought it was a shame.


To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
It was a shame I didn't have much time to appreciate the city.


So then I took a stroll, all among the quality
I decided to take a walk among the upper class.


Bundle it was stolen, in a neat locality
My belongings, including my bundle, were stolen.


Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
I thought something had happened when I looked behind me.


No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
I couldn't find my bundle, which made me feel uneasy.


'Quiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
I asked around to see if anyone knew who stole my belongings, speaking in my regional accent.


It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
It wasn't very popular to sound like I did on the difficult journey to Dublin.


One, two, three, four, five
Counting off the steps I take on my journey.


Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
Still looking for adventure and taking the difficult road.


And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
Continue to take any path that leads to Dublin with a sense of adventure.


From there I got away, me spirits never falling
I continued my journey, refusing to let my spirits fall.


Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
I arrived at the dock just in time for the ship's departure.


Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
The captain yelled at me, saying there was no room for me on board.


When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
I managed to get on board and found a cabin for myself.


Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs
I danced among the pigs and had some fun.


I played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
I played lively music while the water moved beneath the ship.


When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead
As we left Holyhead, I felt like I was dying.


Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin
I wished I had chosen a different path to Dublin.


One, two, three, four, five
Counting off the steps I take on my journey.


Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
Still looking for adventure and taking the difficult road.


And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
Continue to take any path that leads to Dublin with a sense of adventure.


The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
When we arrived safely in Liverpool, the locals had opinions about me.


Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
They called me a fool and I couldn't take it anymore.


Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
I started to get angry and lose my composure.


Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing
They started to abuse my home country and that made me angrier.


'Hurrah me soul' says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
I yelled 'Hurrah me soul' and waved my Shillelagh in the air.


Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
Some local boys from Galway saw me and thought I looked funny.


With a 'lo!' and 'hurray!' they joined in the affray
They joined me in my revelry with cheers.


Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
They quickly made way for me to continue on the rocky road to Dublin.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Barney McKenna, Ciaran Padraig Maire Bourke, Luke Kelly, Ronald Joseph Drew

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Brian Boru

While 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
A brand new pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning 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 blithe and early
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking
That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on 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
I was almost tired of 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 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'
Inquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue 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

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 meself was dead
Or better for instead 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

Well, the boys of Liverpool, 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 Isle they began abusing

"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a load "Hurray" joined in the affray
We quietly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah



Fionn

In the merry month of May from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly 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 blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight me spirits bright and airy
Took a drop of the pure
Keep me heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
An' asked if I was hired, wages I required
'Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city
Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality
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, said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

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 funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead
Or better far instead
On the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

The boys of Liverpool, 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 isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul!" says I, me shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
Whack fol lol le rah!
Whack fol lol le rah!



Conor Allen

While in the merry month of May, now from me home, I started
Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly 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, and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare, and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack-follol-de-dah
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from shrinking
That's the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for drinking
To hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'
They asked me was I hired, and wages I required to lay
Was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack-follol-de-dah
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Bundle it was stolen, in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
'Quiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack-follol-de-dah
From there I got away, me spirits never falling
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs
I played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holy head I wished meself was dead
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack-follol-de-dah
The boys of Liverpool, 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 Isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Galway's boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a "lo!" and "hurray!" they joined in the affray
Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack-follol-de-dah



All comments from YouTube:

Gary Martin

Love his face when he realises he's repeated the second verse! Legend

Flynn Bainbridge

You know at first I never even noticed. One of the first rules of performing is to keep if going something cocks up.

Jack Carter

@Flynn Bainbridge True. But of course, he has to make sure the band have realised, so they know to play an extra verse.

Flynn Bainbridge

Oh of course the fact they didn't just stop is a testament to their skill as well. They clearly had good communication.

Jack Carter

@Flynn Bainbridge And a couple of times they adapted their tempo to match Luke, another sign of a great live band.

Flynn Bainbridge

@Jack Carter Aye truly a great band.

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B1N4RYGH0ST

There's only one Luke Kelly, he was unique. May he rest in peace.

Lois

there sure was... no argument from me. R.I.P to the sound or Ireland

Jack fay

He should have lived for longer he died 1984 nobody will forget January 30th in Ireland at age 43

Gay Gambler

My mum always played his song. When I was little boy in England so not forget my roots.

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