The Dubliners - The Rocky Road to Dublin typography/ lyrics

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The Dubliners - The Rocky Road to Dublin (typography)

this is one of my first after effects projects, I hope you like it

all credits goes to:
- The Dubliners:
- Ronnie Drew
- Luke Kelly
- Barney McKenna
- Ciarán Bourke
- John Sheahan
and:
- Guy Ritchie
- Michael Robert
- Johnson Anthony Peckham
- Warner Bros. Pictures

lyrics:

Well in the merry month of May now from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam nearly 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;
Brand new pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:
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 light and early,
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
To hear 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,
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stolen, in a near locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring after the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
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, did some hearty rigs,
Played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself 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 nearby,they saw I was a-hobblin`
With a load "hurray !" They joined in the affray.
Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.