Chords for Gaelic Storm - Rocky Road to Dublin

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_ _ _ _ Well in the merry month of June I'm from my home I started, left the girls a [D] tumour nearly [Em] broken
Had a salute to father dear, kissed me darling mother, drank a [D] pint of beer
My grief and tears just [Em] other than not to reap the cost, sleep were my response
Cause [D] it's no, my contraband is [G] close and gobbling brand new pair of rods
Rattling over the buzz, whiting all [D] the dust, the rocky road to [Em] gobbling
One, two, three, four, five, count to ten, return it down the [D] rocky road
And all the way to gobbling, [Em] one for all we have
_ _ [D] _ _ [Em] Now in Mullingar that night I rested limbs so well
I started [D] by day like McMorran and bright and [Em] early
Took it up with the poor to keep me arm from clinging
Now that's [D] a paddy score, when air be's [G] on my drink
And to see the lasses smile, laughing all the while
At my [D] dearest I'll go stretch her heart to [G] hobble
Ask me was I hard, wages I required
Till I [D] was on the side of the rock, we wrote [Em] the double in
One, two, three, four, five, count to ten, return it down the rocky [D] road
And all the way to [G] gobbling, one [Em] for all we have
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Now when Dublin next arrived I thought to such a pity
To be so soon [D] deprived of view [Em] of that fine city
Decided to take a stroll all among the quality bundle
[D] It was stolen in the heat of [Em] the summer, something crossed my mind
When I looked behind the bundle [D] could I find a bundle
I [G] think a wobbling, whirring, farther road, led me kind of drow
[D] Wasn't much in bugging the rocky road to [Em] gobbling
One, two, three, four, five, count to ten, return it down [D] the rocky road
And all the way to gobbling, [G] one for all we have
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[G] _ [Em] Come there I got away, my service never failing
[D] Landed on the quay just as the ship [Em] was sailing
Captain at me roar sent that normal paddy
Then I jumped [D] aboard a cabin, [G] plump or pliant
Down amongst the pig, plates of fine and nice
And some [D] murky jigs of water round me [G] bubbling
Off to Holyhead, east to south and south
And [D] when the fire is dead and the rock [G] below the gobbling
One, two, three, four, five, count to ten, return it down the rocky [D] road
And all the way to [G] gobbling, one for all we have _ _
[D] _ [G] _ [Em] The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called me [D] south of Lula, couldn't no longer [Em] stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor [D] old Erin's life, they began [Em] to gill
I saw me salsa's life, the shillany fly's in [D] go
We'd bicep him by the saw, I was [G] hobbling
With a loud hooray, join in the afray
Soon [D] we'd clear the way on the rocky road to gobbling
One, [Em] two, three, four, five, count to ten, return it [D] down the rocky road
And all the way to gobbling, one [Em] for all we have
_ _ _ _ One, two, three, four, five, count to ten, return it [D] down the rocky road
And all the way to gobbling
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