If my feet were on the rocky road, The rocky road to Dublin, Ah sure, I'd not be suppin' care N'r sorra I'd be throublin'. But whistlin' down the way I'd go N'r care for wind or weather, Me ould dudeen bechune me teeth Me heart light as a feather. Ah sure, I'd see the Irish fields With sunlight dimpled over, An' feel the breeze come driftin' by Sweet with the scint of clover. An' every dancin' wayside rill F'r joy, sure would be bubblin' With the blackbirds whistlin' reels an' jigs On the rocky road to Dublin. It's up and down the world, agra, I've thraipsed late an' airly, An' oh! for Irish bog an' turf Me heart is scalded fairly. It's not f'r lack of fri'nds I sigh, N'r want of gold that's throublin' But, oh! to set me feet to-day On the rocky road to Dublin. It's there I'd find the fri'ndly smile, The kindly word of greetin', "God save ye, lad", is what the min Would say, that I'd be meetin'. An' every he'rth would welkim me, N'r feel me prisence throublin'; God bless the kindly hearts that dwell On the rocky road to Dublin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES IN EQUAL SACRIFICE by ROBERT FROST LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |