Magic What We Do (Surreal Montage)
Ludwig Göransson
Then off to reap the corn And leave where I was born I cut a stout black thorn For to banish ghosts and goblins A brand-new pair of brogues To rattle over the bogs And frightened all the dogs On the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Well, in the merry month of May, 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, my grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins Brand-new pair of brogues, rattling over the bogs And frightned 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 way to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah! In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning, bright and airy Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin' That's the paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin' To hear the lassies smile, laughin' all the while At me curious style, it would set your heart a-bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required 'Til I was nearly 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 way to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah! 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 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' "Enquiring for the rogue," said me Connaught 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 way to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah! From there I got away, my 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, played some funny rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin' Off to Holyhead, wished me-self 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 way to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah! The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed Called me-self a fool, I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil, temper I was losin' Poor old Erin's Isle, they began abusin' "Hurrah me soul," says I, shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin' With a loud "Hurray!" joinin' in the affray We quickly cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah! Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah! Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah!