The Pogues - The Rocky Road To Dublin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

'Twas in the merry month of June from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut the stout black thorn to be on the shores to Dublin
Brand new pair of brogues rattlin' o'er the bogs
Fightin' 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 de rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested tired and weary
Left the room next morning feeling bright and airy
Had a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking
That's a Paddy's cure whene'er he's on the drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
Till I was sick and 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 de rah!

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
When I took a stroll all among the quality
Me bundle it was stole in the neat locality
Something crossed me mind when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Asking for the rogue, they called 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 de rah!

From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
The Captain at me roared that no more room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
When off Holyhead wished that I was dead
Or better for 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 de rah!

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "hurray!" joined in the affray
Quietly cleared the way for 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 de rah!