Rocky road to Dublin

AKAThe Rocky Road to Dublin
First Published 1865
LyricsDK GavanMusicHobsonRoud3012
Music Hall PerformersHarry Clifton, Sam Collins
Folk performancesSource Singers
Robert Morton, 1924 County Antrim N. Ireland
Maggie Stewart 1954 Scotland
Robin Hutchinson 1960s-80s Scotland
Ryan’s Fancy concert 1972 Newfoundland Canada
Modern performances
The Dubliners, many others
In the merry month of June from my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted.
Saluted father dear, kissed my darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother.
Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born,
I cut a stout black-thorn to banish ghost or 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.

Whack fal le ral, whack fal lal re ral
Whack fal le ral, whack fal lal le ral do.

In Mullingar that night, I rested my limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning, light and airy;
Took a drop of the pure, to keep my spirits from sinking,
That's an Irishman's cure, when he's on for drinking;
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'twould set your hearts a-bubblin'
They ax'd if I was hired, the wages I required,
Till I was almost tired on 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,
My bundle it was stole in a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind,
No bundle could I find on my stick a-wobblin',
Enquirin' for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

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 on board, cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs; I played some funny rigs,
Danc'd 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.

The boys in Liverpool, when we safely 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 abusin'.
"Hurrah, my soul!" says I, my shillelah I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurrah, they joined in the affray.
(SPOKEN) Faugh-a-ballagh!
We quickly clear'd the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.

Between 1855 and 1861 Harry Clifton was appearing regularly in Ireland and during this period he built up a stock of Irish songs, some that he wrote himself and others that he obtained from others like DK Gavan and Harry Sydney. This is one of three Clifton songs usually attributed to DK Gavan ‘The Galway Poet’ (the other 2 are Lannigans Ball and Darby McGuire). The tune may be an old jig  ‘Cam Ye Ower Frae France‘, aka ‘The Keys of the Cellar’.

The earliest reference linking Clifton to the song was found by Jon Lighter and published on the MudCat forum

The Era -16 October 1859

Whilst the 1859 notice suggests that Sydney wrote the song, all subsequent references attribute the song to DK Gavan, for example this notice posted by Clifton himself in February 1863, :

The Era, Feb 22 1863

Gavan is a bit of a mystery at the moment, though he does appear to have published a collection of songs and other writings in 1866 under the title Gems of Old Erin.

Galway Vindicator, and Connaught Advertiser, 30 June 1866.

The earliest mention of sheet music found so far is in 1864:

Oct. 1, 1864, The Illustrated London News

Modern versions of the song tend to replace the original chorus with:

One two three four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da !

It also famously features in the repertoire of Sam Collins, who died in 1865, so it’s likely to be one of the many songs that was sung on stage for a year or two before its official publication.

The Rocky Road to Dublin appears in innumerable collections of Irish songs, and in many many 19th century broadsides and song sheets. It’s surprising that it hasn’t been collected from more source singers, but it is yet another song associated with Clifton that has entered the tradition.

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