Noticed there wasn't a chord version of this cracking old Irish tune The chords are super easy, but learning the words, and then singing them, without going blue in the face is another thing Don't forget to CAPO at the 3rd FRET to play along with the earlier recorded version, though I think he plays it on the 4th live these days As always any mistakes are mine, And if you, like it, use it, play it, steal it, ! please rate it ! - flatwound - THE ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN *** CAPO 3rd FRET *** Am Am In the merry month of June, When first from home I started Am G Left the girls of Tuam, So sad and broken hearted Am Am Saluted Father dear, Kissed me darlin' Mother Am G And drank a pint of beer, Me grief and tears to smother Am G Am G Then off to reap the corn, Leave where I was born Am G G G Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghosts and goblin Am G Am G Bought a pair of brogues, Rattle over the bogs Am G G G Frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin Am G Am One, Two, Three, Four, Five Am Am Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road G Am G Am And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da Am Am When in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary Am G Started by daylight, Me spirits bright and early Am Am Took a drop o' pure, Keep me heart from sinking Am G That's a paddy's cure, Whenever he's on drinking Am G Am G To see the lassie's smile, Laughing all the while Am G G G At me curious style, Would set your heart to bubbling Am G Am G Asked me I was hired, Wages I required Am G G G I was almost tired, On the rocky road to Dublin Am G Am One, Two, Three, Four, Five Am Am Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road G Am G Am And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da Am Am Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity Am G To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city Am Am Then I took a stroll, All among the quality Am G Me bundle it was stole, In a neat locality Am G Am G Something crossed me mind, When I looked behind Am G Am G No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling Am G Am G Enquiring after the rogue, They said me Connacht brouge Am G G G Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin Am G Am One, Two, Three, Four, Five Am Am Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road G Am G Am And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da Am Am Well, From there I got away, Me spirits never failing Am G Landed on the quay, Just as the ship was sailing Am Am Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he Am G When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy Am G Am G Down among the pigs, Played some hearty rigs Am G G G Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin' Am G Am G When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead Am G G G Or, Better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin Am G Am One, Two, Three, Four, Five Am Am Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road G Am G Am And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da Am Am Well, The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed Am G Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it Am Am Blood began to boil, Temper I was losing Am G Poor ould Erins Isle, They began abusing Am G Am G Hurrah me soul says I, Shillelagh I let fly Am G Am G Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a-hollerin' Am G Am G Then with a loud horray, They joined in the affray Am G G G We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin Am G Am One, Two, Three, Four, Five Am Am Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road G Am G Am And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de daaaa