The Kings of Connaught - The Rocky Road to Dublin

jaysus boys im pumped! are we goin to war or what lads? i dont even care who! 🤣

That singer is the most Irish man I've ever seen in my life.

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This song makes you feel proud about your Irish roots, even if you don't have the Irish roots.

If this masterpiece is not played in my funeral I'm not going

Pretty certain this song is the pinnacle of human achievement.

This song makes me proud to be Irish, which is a strange thing because I am an Arab

I'm an American man of Irish and Scottish ancestry who emigrated to here and listening to this beauty awakens the Celtic genes in my bloodline!! 🇮🇪 💪

brought tears. My gran was named Shanahan. Her parents moved from Limerick to take a job in West Virginia at the turn of the 20th century. I hadn't thought about this song in decades(I'm 40 now) and I was throwing a St. Paddy's party and was looking for new Irish music and came across this, and it just brought back a memory of my gran singing this in the kitchen, wearing her nightgown and putting away dishes. I must've been 10 and I remember asking her if she was speaking English and she winked and said "kinda pumpkin". Thanks. She would've loved to watch this.

i just heard a few seconds of this voice and got goosebumps immediately

I'm a Scottish folk singer trying to learn this beauty. Bloody hell how the Irish do it I'll never know

Awesome song.Greating from Serbia to all the good people listening to this 🇷🇸

Lyrics: While In the merry month of May n'o, From my home I started, Left the girls of Chum, I ' Nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer-My grief and tears to smotherTHENOFF to reap THE CORN, nleave for I WAS BORN, cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, brand new PAIR of brogues, to rattled OVER THE BOGS, n'Frightened all the DOOGS,On the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Maic-fol-loli-ra. In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy, Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin', That's a Paddy's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking. To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while, At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'. They ax'd if I was 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 ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra. In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city. Then I took a stroll, All among the quality, My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality; Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind; No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my 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 ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra. From there I got away, My spirits never failin' Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin'; Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs I played some hearty rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin', When off Holyhead, I 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 ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra. The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed, Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it; Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin', Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin', "Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly; Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in, Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray. We quickly 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 ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

Had a glass of water on my table. Turned into a pint of Guinness when I put this song on.

While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly 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 and leave where I was born Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin A-one, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways 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 heart from shrinking Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for drinking To hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin' They asked me was I hired and wages I required to lay 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 ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-rah In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll, all among the quality Bundle it was stolen, in a neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' 'Quiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue It 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 ways 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 Captain at me roared, said that no room had he When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs I played 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 And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-rah 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 Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' With a "lo!" and "hurray!" they joined in the affray Quickly 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 ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-rah)x2

My brain can't compute how they look like a few lads knocking together their A-Level music studies project yet sound like seasoned professionals. Awesome stuff fellas.

I’ve probably heard 25 different versions of this song…. This is by far the best one

My father loved this song. Rest In Peace, A Tipperary man forever

You guys have restored my hope! There IS life after The Dubliners!

Greetings and respect from Serbia 🇷🇸 🤝 🇮🇪