Rocky Road to Dublin - Jack O'Connell/Brian Dunphy/Darren Holden/Sinners Movie

Composed by：Traditional

Produced by：Ludwig Göransson/Noah Gorelick

Then off to reap the corn

And leave where I was born

I cut a stout black thorn

For to banish ghosts and goblins

A brand new pair of brogues

To rattle over the bogs

And frightened all the dogs

On the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five

Well in the merry month of May 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 my 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

Brand new pair of brogues rattlin' over the bogs

And frightned 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 follol le-dah

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight next morning bright and airy

Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin'

That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'

To hear the lassies smile laughin' all the while

At me curious style 'twould set your heart a bubblin'

Asked me 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 follol le-dah

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 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 follol le-dah

From there I got away my spirits never failin'

Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin'

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 bubblin'

Off to 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 follol le-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 losin'

Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin'

Hurrah me soul says I shillelagh I let fly

Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'

With a loud Hurray joinin' in the affray

We quickly cleared the way 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 follol le-dah

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin whack follol le-dah

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin whack follol le-dah