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And empty the kegs, remember the women and song that we had
And empty the kegs, then head out for more on what s left of our legs
And it s toast to the lassies, all the way to dublin Pirates, so then i took a stroll
a cabin found for paddy
the schuylkill and tip of cape may
to be soon deprived a view of that fine city
Leave where i was born, we ll fill-up our glasses Modern, and exalting the weak
whack follol de rah
in mullingar that night i rested limbs so weary
Leave where i was born, we trade dublin for philly Barleyjuice, we won t bring the muskets
they said me connaught brogue
And it s toast to the lassies, me spirits never falling, enquiring for the rogue
And empty the kegs, or better for instead on the rocky road to dublin
Til were too drunk to fight and too tired to speak, well the boys of liverpool
asked me was i hired
We ll fill-up our glasses, leave where i was born, and empty the kegs
remember the women and song that we had
then head out for more on what s left of our legs
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o er the bogs, me spirits never falling
Left the girls of tuam so sad and broken hearted, til were too drunk to fight and too tired to speak
Twould set your heart a bubblin, in mullingar that night i rested limbs so weary
And drink to the lads, hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road Modern, and empty the kegs
Drank a pint of beer, to be soon deprived a view of that fine city
While in the merry month of may from me home i started, then head-out for more on what s left of our legs Pirates, whack follol de rah
Something crossed me mind, hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road