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    $RIVISTA TRIMESTRALE DI MUSICA    

       Brano estratto dal numero di
$GENNAIO-$MARZO #BJJH           N. #DD
                            $ANNO $XII

     $THE $ROCKY $ROAD TO $DUBLIN
             $TRADITIONAL             
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  #, <;$IN THE MER-RY MOUNTH OF $MAY, 
FROM MY HOMR $I STAR-TED $LEFT THE 
GIRLS OF $TUAM 
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DAR-LIN. $MO-THER $DRANK A PINT OF 
BEER, MY 
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  #:  <;GRIEF AND TEARS TO SOM-THER 
$THEN OFF TO REAP  THE  CORN AND LEAVE
WHERE $I WAS BORN. $I CUT A STOUT 
BLACK-THORN TO 
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  #/ <;BA-NISH GHOST AND GOB-LIN $IN A
$BRAN.-NEW PAIR O. BROGUES, $I RAT-
-TLED O.ER THE BOGS AND 
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  #? <;FRIGH-TENED ALL THE DOGS ON THE
ROC-KY ROAD TO $DUB-LIN. $ONE, TWO 
THREE FOUR FIVE, HUNT THE HARE AND 
TURN HER 
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  #+ <;DOWN THE ROC-KY ROAD, AND ALL 
THE WAY TO $DUB-LIN, $WACK FOL-LOL-DE-
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  $IN $MULLINGAR THAT NIGHT $I RESTED 
LIMBS SO WEARY,@ $STARTED BY DAYLIGHT 
NEXT MORNING LIGHT AND AIRY,@ $TOOK A 
DROP OF THE PURE, TO KEEP MY HEART 
FROM SINKING,@ $THAT.S AN FRISHMAN.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-BUBBLING,@ 
$THEY AX.D IF $I WAS HIRED, THE WAGES 
$I REQUIRED,@ $TILL $I WAS ALMOST TI-
RED OF THE ROCKY ROAD TO $DUBLIN/@ 
  $CHORUS 
  $IN $DUBLIN NEXT ARRIVED, $I THOUGHT
IT SUCH A PITY,@ $TO BE SO SOON DEPRI-
VED A VIEW OF THAT FINE CITY,@ $THEN 
$I TOOK A STROLL OUT AMONG THE QUALI-
TY,@ $MY BUNDLE IT WAS STOLE IN A NEAT
LOCALITY;@ $SOMETHING CROSSED MY MIND,
THEN $I LOOKED BEHIND,@ $NO BUNDLE 
COULD $I FIND UPON ME STICK A-WOB-
BLIN.,@ $ENQUIRING FOR THE ROGUE, THEY
SAID MY $CONNAUGHT BROGUE@ $WASN.T 
MUCH IN VOGUE ON THE ROCKY ROAD TO $DU
-BLIN/@ 
  $CHORUS 
  $FROM THERE $I GOT AWAY MY SPIRITS 
NEVER FAILING,@ $LANDED ON THE QUAY 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, $I 
PLAYED SOME FUNNY RIGS@ $DANCED SOME 
HEARTY JIGS, THE WATER ROUND ME BUB-
BLIN.@ $WHEN OFF TO $HOLYHEAD $I WI-
SHED MYSELF WAS DEAD,@ $OR BETTER FAR,
INSTEAD, ON THE ROCKY ROAD TO $DU-
BLIN/@ 
  $CHORUS 
  $THE BOVS OF $LIVERPOOL, WHEN WE SA-
FELY LANDED,@ $CALLED MYSELF A FOOL, 
$I COULD NO LONGER STAND IT;@ $BLOOD 
BEGAN TO BOIL, TEMPER $I WAS LOSIN.@ 
$POOR OLD $ERIN.S ISLE THEY BEGAN ABU-
SIN.@ ($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 $HURRAH, THEY 
JOINED IN THE AFFRAY,@ $WE QUICKLY 
CLEARED THE WAY, FOR THE ROCKY ROAD TO
$DUBLIN/@