Makem & Clancy - The Rocky Road To Dublin
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- Опубліковано 18 січ 2008
- In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted me father dear, Kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, go rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next morning bright and early,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinking,
That's the Paddy's cure, When he's on the drinking.
See the lassies smile, Laughing all the while,
At me darling style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubbling.
Asked me was I hired, The wages I required,
Till 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 and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Decided to take a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, When I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling.
Enquiring for a rogue, They said me Connacht 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-la-de-da!
From there I got away, Me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing;
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
then 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 to Holyhead, Wished myself 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-la-de-da!
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 my soul," sez I, Let the shillelagh fly;
Some Galway boys were nigh, Saw I was a hobbling,
With a loud hurray, They joined me in the fray.
Soon we cleared the way, O'er 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-la-de-da!
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
I have heard all possible versions of this song. This one is the best of all.
codyr Agreed! I especially like the violin parts...
I can't think of anything I prefer over a version Luke did, except for this.
Me too, it came across my pandora recently and I forgot to see who's version it was. I finally found it!!!
I love Luke's version but I find this one easier and more fun to sing along with. I can't compete with Luke's lungs or vocal range.
@@TheNnooop I agree. And I'm a huge Luke Kelly fan. I love how the tempo builds up after each verse. Great singing and story telling.
Codyr, what is your second favorite version? Mine has to be kings of connaught
this is the definitive version of this song for me. absolute perfection. hairs on the back of your head stand on end, Tírgrá.
There are many excellent versions of this classic, but this is the best.
I *thought* I had heard every version, but this is my new favourite!
I've lost count of how many times I've hit the replay button.
The greatest. I do hope no one gets rid of this particular video.
Excellent, simply excellent.
Lyrics fixed:
In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, 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 blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening 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-la-le-ra!
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Me spirits blithe and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinking,
That's the Paddy's cure, When ever he's on the drinking.
See the lassies smile, Laughing all the while,
At me curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubbling.
Asked if I was I hired, and wages I require,
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-la-le-ra!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Well then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
Bundle it was stolen, In that neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, When I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling.
Enquiring for the rogue, Said me Connacht 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-la-le-ra!
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,
then 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 to Holyhead, Wished myself 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-la-de-da!
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 my soul," sez I, Me shillelagh I let fly;
Galway boys were nigh, Saw I was a hobbling,
With a loud hurray, joining in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, O'er 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-la-le-ra!
(I left the inconsistent use of "me/my" alone, I think we're all quite used to that ;p)
Maybe is too late but thanks ya mate!!
@@BryanCoxR It's never too late for some appreciation, glad I could help friend.
This remains my favorite version of the song and it's been a minute since I listened, so thank _you_ for bringing me back!
Thanks for sharing this. A fine recording from the late 70s from the two best
Was brought up listening to these incredible people! Call myself an Irish Jew!
I will miss them so much...
but they wouldn't want us to mourn them too much, let us keep or irish spirit and pride. R.I.P Liam Clancy, your songs will always be here.
makem and Clancy best version of any irish song!!!!!
yes sir!! they were brilliant together ;D
As a young girl, I would go to "A Breath of Scotland" at the Arts and Culture Centre in Corner Brook, Nfld. just to see these guys. Lord, how I miss them.
A french loves this..;-)))
These two do it better than anyone I've heard. The Sherlock Holmes fight scene should have used this cut- The most authentic Irish rogues ever to hoist a pint!
For those of you wondering why you said June opposed to May is that the original poem slash story it was in the merry month of June however it is been adapted do the springtime month of May being generally accepted as the merry month
nayfrog also june rhymes with tuam way better
Sing Me Hearties sing, ☘️
While in the merry month of
June 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 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 heartfrom sinking;
Thats 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'
Enquiring 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 quitely 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 !
I loves women and dogs and horses
You can tell the High Kings took inspiration from this version!
These lads are far better with a fiddle in the background.
rip liam
GReat version
It is.
This is so class. Went straight into my favorites. Any chance of the makem/clancy bros version of the wests awake?????????
mom remembers these guys they rock!!!
@Frankieireland I ABSOLUTELY agree with this comment! :)
June rhymes much better with Tuam :)
But merry month of may also sounds better
Original lyrics were not May but actually "Meitheamh" (eng. June), hence the different versions.
@boredman443
No its fine its probably the key which is higher than Dubliners lyrics are the same but with backing fiddle bodhran and whistle!
Jesus Christ, I remember listening to this song not long after the rescission kicked in
@ogiugi96
lyrics differ slightly depending on the artist, each has his own take i spose, i sing it at a diffren tempo and i sin "dah" instad of "rah" but its still "The rocky road to dublin"
Love/Hate brought me here.