If you live there or you have been please tell me why it is The rocky road to Dublin?

Question

They are always digging up our roads and we say it is like the rocky road to Dublin. We are in England.

Answer 1

Disclamer:

This is not a typical beary cheeky answer, but a weath of factual information.

It comes from the 19th century song "The Rocky Road to Dublin".

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 the rocky road

And all the ways to Dublin,

Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,

Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,

Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',

That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.

To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,

At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.

They ax'd if I was hired, The 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, All among the quality,

My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;

Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;

No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.

Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,

Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, My spirits never failin'

Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';

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 Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,

Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

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 losin',

Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',

"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;

Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,

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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Answer 2

Well, I'm in Dublin and I think it's because this whole area is one big rock o' granite!  There is very little topsoil coverage, so the bedrock is close to the surface.  This whole island is rocky!  I've been told the reason there are so many rock walls here, is that it was the only logical thing to do, when you were clearing the land for farming.  Hope this helps!

Answer 3

release me, let me go''

Answer 4

yes, the English always looked down on others. the Yorshiremen, the Scots & the Irish. And so the road to0 anywhere else was always rocky to them.