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The Dubliners Lyrics: In the merry month of May, From my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin’ mother, Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born, I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o’er the bogs, And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down
