Sing Loud, Sing Proud

In the merry month of June from my home i
started left the girls of Taum nearly broken
hearted saluted me dear father dear, kissed
me darling mother, drank a pint of beer, my
grief and tears to smother then off to reap
the corn, leave where i was born cut a stout
of blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins,
brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the
bogs frightening all the dogs on the rocky
road to dublin and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

In Mullingar last night, i rested limbs so weary started by
daylight next morning bright and early took a drop of the
pure to me heart from sinking thats the daddys cure when
hes on the drinking see the lassies smile, laughing all the
while at me darling style, woud set your heart-a-bubblin'
asked me was i hired, wages i required til i was almost tired
of the rocky road to dublin and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the
way to Dublinm whack-fol-la-de-da.

In Dublin next arrived, i thought it such a pity to be so soon
deprived a view of that fine city decided to take a stroll all
among the quality bundler, it was stole in that neat locality
something crossed my mind when i looked behind no bundle
could i find upon me stick a-wobblin' crying for rogue said me
connaught brougue wasnt much in vogue on the rocky road to
dublin and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

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From there i got away, me spirits never failing landed on the
quay just as the ship was sailing captain at me roared, said
that room had he then i jumped aboard a cabin found for
daddy down among the pigs, played some funny rigs, danced
some hearty jigs, the water round my bubblin off to hollyhead,
wished myself was dead or better far instead on the rocky road
to dublin and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Chorus

The boys in liverpool, when we safely landed call meself a fool,
i could not long stand it blood began to boil, temper i was losing
poor old erin's isle they began abusing hooray me soul, says i, let
the shellaillagh fly some galway boys were nigh, say i was a-hobblin
with a loud array, they joined me in the fray and soon we cleared the
war on the rocky road to dublin and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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This mighty soldier on the eve of the war he waged
told his troops of lessons learned from battles fought.
"May your heart grow bolder like an iron-clad brigade"
said this leader to his outnumbered lot.
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Known as hero to all that he knew, long live the legend
of Finn MacCool! The brave fearless leader of the chosen
few, long live the legend of Finn MacCool!

For this mighty soldier on the eve of the war he waged
told his troops of lessons learned from battles fought.
"May your heart grow bolder like an iron-clad brigade"
said this leader to his outnumbered lot.