Along the rocky road to Dublin / words by Joe Young music by Bert Grant
Grant, Bert, 1878-1951. “Along the rocky road to Dublin / words by Joe Young music by Bert Grant.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/31356. Accessed 3 Dec. 2021.
|Title||Along the rocky road to Dublin / words by Joe Young music by Bert Grant|
|Names, Geographical -- Songs and music|
|Ring, Blanche, 1877-1961 -- Portraits|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Cover photo of Blanche Ring on cop.1 illustration of a man and woman out courting with two cows on cop.2|
|Back cover: Excerpts of When you were a baby and I was the kid next door|
|Creator||Grant, Bert, 1878-1951|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co.|
|Contributor||Young, Joe, 1889-1939. Lyricist.|
|586 Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: Said Pat McGee, now you listen to me, I've heard you fellows brag about your beauties over there|
VERSE 01: Pat McGee, now listen to me,/I’ve heard you fellows brag about your beauties over here,/And the girls you love so dear./They may be swell, that’s all very well at wearing fancy clothes./But I’d a queen, a fair colleen, as sweet as any rose./Oh, lady buck, oh, lady buck, think of my repose.
CHORUS: Along the Rocky road to Dublin we were swinging along,/Singing a song with joy me heart was bubblin’ with Cordelia by me side,/Sure every time I’d look in her roguish eyes of Irish blue,/I couldn’t help but feel very proud, that I was Irish too./All me thoughts of dear old Dublin seem to carry me back to rickety shack./How I’d love to be there once again./Just like before, shure, only to love Cordelia more/Along the rocky road to Dublin.
VERSE 02: The lakes and dells and old whishing wells/We passed along the road among the shamrock covered hills/Always filled our hearts with thrills/And all the while we sat on a stile, we kissed and kissed and kissed/For whisper, lad, the heart she had was bigger than your fist./Oh, lady buck, oh, lady buck, think of what you missed.
|Original Format||1 score (5 pages) 35 cm|