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rocky road to dublin a
SAS014215 John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Martin Pritchard, Graham Donald Harry Preskett, James Camillus Rattigan, Martin Rands, DP, John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Martin Pritchard, Graham Donald Harry Preskett, James Camillus Rattigan, Martin RandsFOLK SONGS OF THE BRITISH ISLES
Track name: ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN A
Trackcode: SAS014215
Composer: DP, John Gregory Knowles (Arr.), Timothy Murton Laight (Arr.), Paul Martin Pritchard (Arr.), Graham Donald Harry Preskett (Arr.), James Camillus Rattigan (Arr.), Martin Rands (Arr.)
アーティスト: John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Pritchard, Graham Preskett, James Rattigan
EAN/GTIN: 4020771182428
ISRC: DE-B63-18-24215
Album name: FOLK SONGS OF THE BRITISH ISLES
Catalogue number: SAS0142
Label: Sonoton Authentic Series - SAS
LC number: 07573
Trackcode: SAS014215
Composer: DP, John Gregory Knowles (Arr.), Timothy Murton Laight (Arr.), Paul Martin Pritchard (Arr.), Graham Donald Harry Preskett (Arr.), James Camillus Rattigan (Arr.), Martin Rands (Arr.)
アーティスト: John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Pritchard, Graham Preskett, James Rattigan
EAN/GTIN: 4020771182428
ISRC: DE-B63-18-24215
Album name: FOLK SONGS OF THE BRITISH ISLES
Catalogue number: SAS0142
Label: Sonoton Authentic Series - SAS
LC number: 07573
Traditional bodhrán solo leads this dark, compelling and moody male vocal 19th century Irish song in slip jig time (9/8) interrupted by 12/8 and 6/8 bars at end of each stanza. Lyrics about a country boy's adventures on the road. 135 bpm (Dmin)
| Artists | John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Pritchard, Graham Preskett, James Rattigan |
|---|---|
| Tempo | 早い, 135 bpm |
| Key | Dmin |
| Featured instruments | バウロン (feat.) |
| Formation | 小編成(2-10) |
| Sound | ナチュラルサウンド |
| Version | メインバージョン |
| Duration | 2:46 |
| Release date | 2018-08-16 |
| ISRC | DEB631824215 |
| Download file name | SAS014215_ROCKY_ROAD_TO_DUBLIN_A_SONOTON |
| GEMA Workcode | 21369669 |
Arranged by John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Pritchard, Graham Preskett, James Rattigan & Martin Rands. Produced by John Gregory Knowles. Recorded at AIRPLAY TV, Thames Ditton, Surrey, UK. Sound engineers: Paul Golding, Paul Pritchard & Matthew Moore.
Performed by John Gregory Knowles (drums), Tim Murton Laight (lead vocals, strumming banjo), Paul Pritchard (bass, French horn, backing vocals), James Rattigan (accordion, French horn) and Graham Preskett (violin, vocals).
Mastered by Wolfgang Meyscheider at digital music & media, Traunwalchen, Germany.
Artwork: Sahar Aharoni
Performed by John Gregory Knowles (drums), Tim Murton Laight (lead vocals, strumming banjo), Paul Pritchard (bass, French horn, backing vocals), James Rattigan (accordion, French horn) and Graham Preskett (violin, vocals).
Mastered by Wolfgang Meyscheider at digital music & media, Traunwalchen, Germany.
Artwork: Sahar Aharoni
One, two, three, four, five. Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin whack fol lal de rah
Well in the merry month of May now from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted
Saluted father dear kissed me darlin' mother
Then drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
In a bran' new pair of brogues I rattled over the bogs
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning light and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinking
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style 'twould set your heart a'bubblin
Ax'd if I was hired wages I required
Till I was almost tired of 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 among the quality
My bundle it was stole in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquiring 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 failing
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubblin'
When off to Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin
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 losin'
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'
'Hurrah my soul' sez I me shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
Then with a loud hurray they joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
And all the way to Dublin whack fol lal de rah
Well in the merry month of May now from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted
Saluted father dear kissed me darlin' mother
Then drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
In a bran' new pair of brogues I rattled over the bogs
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning light and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinking
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style 'twould set your heart a'bubblin
Ax'd if I was hired wages I required
Till I was almost tired of 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 among the quality
My bundle it was stole in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquiring 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 failing
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubblin'
When off to Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin
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 losin'
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'
'Hurrah my soul' sez I me shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
Then with a loud hurray they joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
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