Kunci Gitar Paddy Reilly - The Rocky Road To Dublin Chord Dasar

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   In the merry month of June,
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   When first from home I started
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   Left the girls of Tuam,
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   So sad and broken hearted
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   Saluted Father dear,
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   Kissed me darlin' Mother
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   And drank a pint of beer,
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   Me grief and tears to smother
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   Then off to reap the corn,
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   Leave where I was born
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   Cut a stout blackthorn,
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   To banish ghosts and goblin
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   Bought a pair of brogues,
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   Rattle over the bogs
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   Frightened all the dogs,
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   On the rocky road to Dublin


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   One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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   Hunt the hare and turn
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   her down the rocky road
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   And all the ways to Dublin,
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   Whack fol la de da


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   When in Mullingar that night,
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   I rested limbs so weary
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   Started by daylight,
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   Me spirits bright and early
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   Took a drop o' pure,
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   Keep me heart from sinking
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   That's a paddy's cure,
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   Whenever he's on drinking
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   To see the lassie's smile,
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   Laughing all the while
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   At me curious style,
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   Would set your heart
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   to bubbling
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   Asked me I was hired,
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   Wages I required
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   I was almost tired,
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   On the rocky road to Dublin


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   One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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   Hunt the hare and turn
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   her down the rocky road
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   And all the ways to Dublin,
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   Whack fol la de da


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   Well in Dublin next arrived,
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   I thought it be a pity
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   To be so soon deprived,
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   A view of that fine city
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   Then I took a stroll,
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   All among the quality
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   Me bundle it was stole,
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   In a neat locality
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   Something crossed me mind,
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   When I looked behind
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   No bundle could I find,
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   Upon me stick a wobbling
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   Enquiring after the rogue,
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   They said me Connacht brouge
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   Wasn't much in vogue,
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   On the rocky road to Dublin


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   One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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   Hunt the hare and turn
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   her down the rocky road
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   And all the ways to Dublin,
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   Whack fol la de da


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   Well, From  there I got away,
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   Me spirits never failing
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   Landed on the quay,
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   Just as the ship was sailing
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   Captain at me roared,
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   Said that no room had he
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   When I jumped aboard,
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   A cabin found for Paddy
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   Down among the pigs,
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   Played some hearty rigs
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   Danced some hearty jigs,
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   The water round me bubblin'
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   When off Holyhead,
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   I wished meself was dead
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   Or, Better far instead,
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   On the rocky road to Dublin


   Am          G           Am
   One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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   Hunt the hare and turn
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   her down the rocky road
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   And all the ways to Dublin,
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   Whack fol la de da


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   Well, The boys of Liverpool,
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   When we safely landed
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   Called meself a fool,
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   I could no longer stand it
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   Blood began to boil,
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   Temper I was losing
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   Poor ould Erins Isle,
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   They began abusing
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   Hurrah me soul says I,
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   Shillelagh I let fly
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   Some Galway boys were by,
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   Saw I was a-hollerin'
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   Then with a loud horray,
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   They joined in the affray
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   We quickly cleared the way,
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   For the rocky road to Dublin


   Am          G           Am
   One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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   Hunt the hare and turn her
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   down the rocky road
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   And all the ways to Dublin,
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   Whack   fol   la      de daaaa