We tend to think of Rap as a thoroughly modern genre of music. But you cannot convince me that this song, written in the middle of the 1800s, for a music hall performer, isn't close, if not identical to it.
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Lyrics:
Rocky Road to Dublin
In the merry month of June from my 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 blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
{Chorus}
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack fol lol de rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight my spirits bright and cheery
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking;
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked if I was hired, wages I required
'Til I was almost tired on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
{Chorus}
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, down among the quality
Bundle it was stole, there in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, said my Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
{Chorus}
From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
Then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Was down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
Off Holyhead wished meself was dead
Or better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
{Chorus}
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, shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin'
With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
{Chorus 2x}
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as is tradition, i've updated my: "hozier using terms of endearment on his songs" list.
"baby" remains number one with 9 new additions. he uses "baby" a total of 74 times throughout his entire (released) discography
"darling" was his favourite term this time around with 17 new additions. it went from only 9 to 26 times he used the term in his songs
"love" got 11 new additions. 17 in total
and last but not least he used "honey" one time. so that's 46 times he says "honey" now
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In honor of the striking workers of the summer of 2023
The third Community Project Song organized by The Longest Johns, with 833 participants, many of whom also submitted video of the actual work they do each day.
Eye Contact. So much Eye Contact.
Lyrics (Source, and more info, here)
Oh come on all you workers, who toil night and day
By hand and by brain, to earn your pay
Who for centuries all past, for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead
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We're the the first ones to starve
We're the first ones to die
the first ones in line for that "pie in the sky"
And we're always the last, when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
In the factories and mills, the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
With slide-rule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed
{Chorus}
And when the sky darkens, and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore?
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth
{Chorus}
And all of these things the worker has done
From tilling the field to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can
{Chorus 2x}
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