Biografia:
Patrick 'Paddy' Reilly (Nacido el 18, 1939 en Dublin) es un cantante y guitarrista folk irlandés. Es uno de los más famosos y reconocidos en Irlanda, es conocido sobre todo por 2 temas: "The Fields of Athenry" and "The Town I Loved So Well"
Reconocido solista,con inconfundible estilo clásico de profundas raices Irlandesas, se unio al emblemático grupo The Dubliners en 1996 como sustituto de Ronnie Drew. Dejó el grupo en 1996 después de 9 años y se mudó a Nueva York.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Don't forget to CAPO at the 3rd FRET to play along with the earlier
recorded version, though I think he plays it on the 4th live these days
THE ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN
*** CAPO 3rd FRET ***
Am Am
In the merry month of June, When first from home I started
Am G
Left the girls of Tuam, So sad and broken hearted
Am Am
Saluted Father dear, Kissed me darlin' Mother
Am G
And drank a pint of beer, Me grief and tears to smother
Am G Am G
Then off to reap the corn, Leave where I was born
Am G G G
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghosts and goblin
Am G Am G
Bought a pair of brogues, Rattle over the bogs
Am G G G
Frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
Am Am
When in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Am G
Started by daylight, Me spirits bright and early
Am Am
Took a drop o' pure, Keep me heart from sinking
Am G
That's a paddy's cure, Whenever he's on drinking
Am G Am G
To see the lassie's smile, Laughing all the while
Am G G G
At me curious style, Would set your heart to bubbling
Am G Am G
Asked me I was hired, Wages I required
Am G G G
I was almost tired, On the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
Am Am
Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
Am G
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city
Am Am
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality
Am G
Me bundle it was stole, In a neat locality
Am G Am G
Something crossed me mind, When I looked behind
Am G G G
No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling
Am G Am G
Enquiring after the rogue, They said me Connacht brouge
Am G G G
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
Am Am
Well, From there I got away, Me spirits never failing
Am G
Landed on the quay, Just as the ship was sailing
Am Am
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he
Am G
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy
Am G Am G
Down among the pigs, Played some hearty rigs
Am G G G
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin'
Am G Am G
When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead
Am G G G
Or, Better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
Am Am
Well, The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed
Am G
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Am Am
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losing
Am G
Poor ould Erins Isle, They began abusing
Am G Am G
Hurrah me soul says I, Shillelagh I let fly
Am G G G
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a-hollerin'
Am G Am G
Then with a loud horray, They joined in the affray
Am G G G
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de daaaa
recorded version, though I think he plays it on the 4th live these days
THE ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN
*** CAPO 3rd FRET ***
Am Am
In the merry month of June, When first from home I started
Am G
Left the girls of Tuam, So sad and broken hearted
Am Am
Saluted Father dear, Kissed me darlin' Mother
Am G
And drank a pint of beer, Me grief and tears to smother
Am G Am G
Then off to reap the corn, Leave where I was born
Am G G G
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghosts and goblin
Am G Am G
Bought a pair of brogues, Rattle over the bogs
Am G G G
Frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
Am Am
When in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Am G
Started by daylight, Me spirits bright and early
Am Am
Took a drop o' pure, Keep me heart from sinking
Am G
That's a paddy's cure, Whenever he's on drinking
Am G Am G
To see the lassie's smile, Laughing all the while
Am G G G
At me curious style, Would set your heart to bubbling
Am G Am G
Asked me I was hired, Wages I required
Am G G G
I was almost tired, On the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
Am Am
Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
Am G
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city
Am Am
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality
Am G
Me bundle it was stole, In a neat locality
Am G Am G
Something crossed me mind, When I looked behind
Am G G G
No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling
Am G Am G
Enquiring after the rogue, They said me Connacht brouge
Am G G G
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
Am Am
Well, From there I got away, Me spirits never failing
Am G
Landed on the quay, Just as the ship was sailing
Am Am
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he
Am G
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy
Am G Am G
Down among the pigs, Played some hearty rigs
Am G G G
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin'
Am G Am G
When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead
Am G G G
Or, Better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
Am Am
Well, The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed
Am G
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Am Am
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losing
Am G
Poor ould Erins Isle, They began abusing
Am G Am G
Hurrah me soul says I, Shillelagh I let fly
Am G G G
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a-hollerin'
Am G Am G
Then with a loud horray, They joined in the affray
Am G G G
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin
Am G Am
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Am Am
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
G Am G Am
And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de daaaa
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