Chords for Sons of Maxwell - Rocky Road to Dublin (Live).wmv

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In the merry month of [N] June, me home I started,
Lapped the girls and poomsa's on,
And broken-hearted saluted father dear.
Kiss me, darling mother, drank a pint of beer,
Me greet my tears, I swallowed it off,
And weeped the corn, right where I was born.
Calloused out the thorns, vanished hosts,
And gobbled and spot a pair of bros,
Rattling over the bogs, fighting all the dogs,
Down the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, [Cm] three, four, five.
Up the hair and turn, and down the rocky [Bb] road,
And all the ways to [Gm] Dublin, back [Cm] for lolly-roll.
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Then in Mullingar, that night I was [N] standing so weary,
Started fighting like me spirit's bright,
And cherry-chuck a cop of that door,
Got me heart from sinking,
Asked the potty-scur whenever he's on for drinking,
I see the lassie smile, laughing all the while,
And me curry is kind, it sets your heart,
A-bubbling, asked if I were hard,
Rages I required, I was almost tired,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, [Cm] three, four, five.
Up the hair and turn, and down the [Bb] rocky road,
And all the ways to Dublin, back [Cm] for lolly-roll.
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Then in Dublin, [C] next to drive,
I thought it'd be [N] a pity to be so soon deprived,
Of view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll,
Down among the quality bundle, it was stolen,
In an eat locality, something crossed me mind,
When I looked behind the bundle, could I find upon me,
Stiple acquired for the rogue,
Set in the corner broke, [Cm] wasn't much in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, five.
Up the hair and turn, and down the rocky [Bb] road,
And all the ways to [Cm] Dublin, [Bb] back [Cm] for lolly-roll.
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Well, from there I got so wimmy,
Spirits [N] never fail, and landed on the key,
Just as the ship was sailing, Captain Attyburn,
Set at the room ready, when I jumped aboard,
A cabin's under a paddy, down among the pig,
Played some hearty rakes, then some hearty jigs,
Of water room, me bubble, and when I fall, I head,
Wish me self was dead, better far instead,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, three, four, [Cm] five.
Up the hair and turn, and down the rocky [Bb] road,
And all the ways [Gm] to Dublin, back [Cm] for lolly-roll.
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Oh, the boys of Liverpool,
Of whom [N] we safely landed, called me self a fool,
I could no longer stand it, but began to boil,
After I was losing for all their entail,
They began abusing our army, so says I,
Shallay-lay-ay-la-fly, well, we boys were buyin',
Saw my woes, a-hobbling with a loud array,
Joined a knee of fray, quickly cleared the way,
For the rocky road to Dublin, one, two, [Cm] three, four, five.
Up the hair and turn, and down the rocky [Bb] road,
And all the ways to Dublin, back for lolly [Cm]-roll. _ _ _ _ _
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