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"Rocky Road to Dublin" is a 19th-century Irish song about a man's experiences as he travels to Liverpool in England from his home in Tuam in Ireland. It has been performed in many of JD and Andy's chill streams, as well as in the March Quarantine livestreams

Lyrics

These lyrics are closely based on the version performed by The High Kings, with slight differences

In the merry month of June from my home I started
  Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted
  Saluted Father dear, kissed my darling mother
  Drank a pint of beer, my 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;
  Brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
  Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
 

Chorus:
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 my spirits bright and airy
Drank a drop of the pure
Keep my heart from sinking;
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for 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

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In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, said my Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

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From there I got away, me spirits never failing
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 wished meself was dead
Or better far instead
On the rocky road to Dublin

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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

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