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This is the notation from the Dubliners book also the words copied exactly from the book.
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1963 Heathside Music Ltd

Well in the merry month of May from my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted, saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother, drank a pint of beer me grief and fears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born, cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin. In a brand new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs and frightened all the dogs 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 al de rol. In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning light and airy, Took a drop 0' the pure, to keep me heart from sinkin', Thats's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'. To see the lassies smile, laughin' all the while, At me 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. 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 Me bundle it was stole in a neat locality; Something crossed me mind, then I looked behind, No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin', Enquirin' after the rogue, they said me Connacht brogue Wasn't much in vogue, on the rocky road to Dublin. From there I got away, me spirits never failin', Landed on the quay just 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 skipped some funny rigs, I played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin', When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead, Or, better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin. 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 me soul,' says I, my shillelagh I let fly, Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobblin', Then with loud hurray, they joined in the affray, We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin. Any questions feel free to ask me @ dominiceire@live.com
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