Chords for The Rocky Road to Dublin
Tempo:
135.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
Dm
C#
B
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well in [Dm] the merry month of June, I struck me home a-startin'
Left the [Dm] girls at home and nearly broke, [Cm] And had a salute to father dear.
Kiss me, [C] darling mother, drank a pint of beer,
Made griefs and sorrows so small, I then off to reap the corn.
They were iron as boar, [F] cut to start like corn,
To barge strokes and gobblings, one pound of brooks,
Rattlin' all the boars, drippin' [Dm] all the dogs.
Down the rocky road to [C#] Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely [A] ride.
[B] In darling garden night, I rest aloon,
So weary, stouted, bidey-bide,
More than bright and early, don't you trouble the pure,
[A] Need to be out and singing, that's the tanny's chore.
Whenever peace would bring, can see the lovesick smile,
Up the north by, up the Currie's stouted,
Set your heart a-bubbling, ask me where to hide,
Wait as I'm quiet, till I was nearly tired.
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
I'm doubling, very simplified, I thought it such a pity,
To be soon defied, a view of that,
Presented man I've told to stroll,
All the longer quantity, bundle it with slow,
Hurrying beneath a pallidly, something crossed my mind,
When I look behind, no wonder, terrified,
The plumbing's stint, a wobbling, wiring thought,
A brogue, this and we cannot brogue,
Rose and much and bogue, on the rocky road to Dublin,
One to three for five, up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
[A]
From there I go to raise spirits, never fail,
And landed on the caves, while the ship was sailing,
Captain and me walked, in a golden haggie,
When I jumped aboard a cabin, found the [B] party coming,
Long feet, played some happy drink,
Danced some happy jigs, we walked around,
We [A] bubbling, when I potty-headed,
Wish to be sapped, was dead, a better fool than to dead,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the [D#] way to Dublin, one for lonely [B] ride.
[C#]
Well, the boys at Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called me, said the pool, I could [A] no longer stand it,
Blood began [A] to boil, and for I was losing,
Poor old Adam's lad, they began abusing,
A raw, me sauce was actually,
Lehigh, the flies, and Galway boys, when I,
Saw the tide was hobbling with a loud,
Join me in these fray, we quickly cleared the way,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
[C#]
Left the [Dm] girls at home and nearly broke, [Cm] And had a salute to father dear.
Kiss me, [C] darling mother, drank a pint of beer,
Made griefs and sorrows so small, I then off to reap the corn.
They were iron as boar, [F] cut to start like corn,
To barge strokes and gobblings, one pound of brooks,
Rattlin' all the boars, drippin' [Dm] all the dogs.
Down the rocky road to [C#] Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely [A] ride.
[B] In darling garden night, I rest aloon,
So weary, stouted, bidey-bide,
More than bright and early, don't you trouble the pure,
[A] Need to be out and singing, that's the tanny's chore.
Whenever peace would bring, can see the lovesick smile,
Up the north by, up the Currie's stouted,
Set your heart a-bubbling, ask me where to hide,
Wait as I'm quiet, till I was nearly tired.
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
I'm doubling, very simplified, I thought it such a pity,
To be soon defied, a view of that,
Presented man I've told to stroll,
All the longer quantity, bundle it with slow,
Hurrying beneath a pallidly, something crossed my mind,
When I look behind, no wonder, terrified,
The plumbing's stint, a wobbling, wiring thought,
A brogue, this and we cannot brogue,
Rose and much and bogue, on the rocky road to Dublin,
One to three for five, up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
[A]
From there I go to raise spirits, never fail,
And landed on the caves, while the ship was sailing,
Captain and me walked, in a golden haggie,
When I jumped aboard a cabin, found the [B] party coming,
Long feet, played some happy drink,
Danced some happy jigs, we walked around,
We [A] bubbling, when I potty-headed,
Wish to be sapped, was dead, a better fool than to dead,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the [D#] way to Dublin, one for lonely [B] ride.
[C#]
Well, the boys at Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called me, said the pool, I could [A] no longer stand it,
Blood began [A] to boil, and for I was losing,
Poor old Adam's lad, they began abusing,
A raw, me sauce was actually,
Lehigh, the flies, and Galway boys, when I,
Saw the tide was hobbling with a loud,
Join me in these fray, we quickly cleared the way,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
[C#]
Key:
A
Dm
C#
B
Cm
A
Dm
C#
Well in [Dm] the merry month of June, I struck me home a-startin'
Left the [Dm] girls at home and nearly broke, [Cm] And had a salute to father dear.
Kiss me, [C] darling mother, drank a pint of beer,
Made griefs and sorrows so small, I then off to reap the corn.
They were iron as boar, [F] cut to start like corn,
To barge strokes and gobblings, one pound of brooks,
Rattlin' all the boars, drippin' [Dm] all the dogs.
Down the rocky road to [C#] Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely [A] ride.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] In darling garden night, I rest aloon,
So weary, stouted, bidey-bide,
More than bright and early, don't you trouble the pure,
[A] Need to be out and singing, that's the tanny's chore.
Whenever peace would bring, can see the lovesick smile,
Up the north by, up the Currie's stouted,
Set your heart a-bubbling, ask me where to hide,
Wait as I'm quiet, till I was nearly tired.
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm doubling, very simplified, I thought it such a pity,
To be soon defied, a view of that,
Presented man I've told to stroll,
All the longer quantity, bundle it with slow,
Hurrying beneath a pallidly, something crossed my mind,
When I look behind, no wonder, terrified,
The plumbing's stint, a wobbling, wiring thought,
A brogue, this and we cannot brogue,
Rose and much and bogue, on the rocky road to Dublin,
One to three for five, up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ From there I go to raise spirits, never fail,
And landed on the caves, while the ship was sailing,
Captain and me walked, in a golden haggie,
When I jumped aboard a cabin, found the [B] party coming,
Long feet, played some happy drink,
Danced some happy jigs, we walked around,
We [A] bubbling, when I potty-headed,
Wish to be sapped, was dead, a better fool than to dead,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the [D#] way to Dublin, one for lonely [B] ride. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
Well, the boys at Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called me, said the pool, I could [A] no longer stand it,
Blood began [A] to boil, and for I was losing,
Poor old Adam's lad, they began abusing,
A raw, me sauce was actually,
Lehigh, the flies, and Galway boys, when I,
Saw the tide was hobbling with a loud,
Join me in these fray, we quickly cleared the way,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
Left the [Dm] girls at home and nearly broke, [Cm] And had a salute to father dear.
Kiss me, [C] darling mother, drank a pint of beer,
Made griefs and sorrows so small, I then off to reap the corn.
They were iron as boar, [F] cut to start like corn,
To barge strokes and gobblings, one pound of brooks,
Rattlin' all the boars, drippin' [Dm] all the dogs.
Down the rocky road to [C#] Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely [A] ride.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] In darling garden night, I rest aloon,
So weary, stouted, bidey-bide,
More than bright and early, don't you trouble the pure,
[A] Need to be out and singing, that's the tanny's chore.
Whenever peace would bring, can see the lovesick smile,
Up the north by, up the Currie's stouted,
Set your heart a-bubbling, ask me where to hide,
Wait as I'm quiet, till I was nearly tired.
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm doubling, very simplified, I thought it such a pity,
To be soon defied, a view of that,
Presented man I've told to stroll,
All the longer quantity, bundle it with slow,
Hurrying beneath a pallidly, something crossed my mind,
When I look behind, no wonder, terrified,
The plumbing's stint, a wobbling, wiring thought,
A brogue, this and we cannot brogue,
Rose and much and bogue, on the rocky road to Dublin,
One to three for five, up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ From there I go to raise spirits, never fail,
And landed on the caves, while the ship was sailing,
Captain and me walked, in a golden haggie,
When I jumped aboard a cabin, found the [B] party coming,
Long feet, played some happy drink,
Danced some happy jigs, we walked around,
We [A] bubbling, when I potty-headed,
Wish to be sapped, was dead, a better fool than to dead,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the [D#] way to Dublin, one for lonely [B] ride. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
Well, the boys at Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called me, said the pool, I could [A] no longer stand it,
Blood began [A] to boil, and for I was losing,
Poor old Adam's lad, they began abusing,
A raw, me sauce was actually,
Lehigh, the flies, and Galway boys, when I,
Saw the tide was hobbling with a loud,
Join me in these fray, we quickly cleared the way,
On the rocky road to Dublin, one to three for five,
Up the hill and curvy down the rocky road,
Down the way to Dublin, one for lonely ride. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _