“Blaggards’ debut Standards (NFA) is aptly named yet downplays their wonderfully exuberant, irreverent approach to well-known tunes such as “Foggy Dew” and “Rocky Road to Dublin.” Thoroughly irresistible, the Houston quartet joins the ranks of kilt-wearing, ass-kicking Irish rockers willing to cross genres to get their point across, as on the fiddle-driven medley of “Folsom Prison Blues” and ever-moving “Fields of Athenry.” Ten tunes leave the listener dying for more, like a pint of Guinness that’s been shorted with too much foam.” MARGARET MOSER for the Austin Chronicle

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Rocky Road to Dublin
by D.K. Gavan

In the merry month of May from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and 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 a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And frightning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning bright and early,
Took a drop of pure to keep my heart from sinking;
Thats the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for 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,
'Til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said 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
all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah!

From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no 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 bubbling;
When off Holyhead I wished myself 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
all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah!

Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself 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.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a loud "hurray!" joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah!

Performed and recorded by Darren McCarra and David McGettigan (Na Saoirsí).
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