Rocky Road to Dublin

In the merry month of June When from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam So sad and broken hearted Saluted father dear Kissed me darlin' 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 ghost an goblins Bought a pair of brogues Rattlin' over the bogs 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 way to Dublin Whack-fo-lol-le-ra Well in Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight Me spirits bright and cheery Took a drop o' the pure To keep me heart from sinkin' That's the paddy's cure Whenever he's on for drinking And see the lassies smile Laughing all the while At me curious style Would set your heart a-bubbling Asked if I was 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 and all the way To Dublin Whack-fo-lol-le-ra Well in Dublin next arrived I thought it'd be a pity To be so soon deprived A view of that fine city So then I took a stroll Down among the quality Bundle it was stolen In a neat locality Something crossed me mind Then I looked behind No bundle could I find Upon me stick a-wobblin' Inquiring for the rogue 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 and all the way To Dublin Whack-fo-lol-le-ra Well from there I got away Me spirits never failin' Landed on the quay Just as the ship was sailin' Captain at me roared Said that no room had he Then I jumped aboard A cabin found for Paddy Then down among the pigs Played some hearty rigs Danced some hearty jigs The water 'round me bubblin' When off Holyhead Wished meself was dead Or better far instead On the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five Hunt the hare and turn her down The rocky road and all the way to Dublin Whack-fo-lol-le-ra 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 losin' Poor old Erin's Isle They began abusin' Hoorah me soul says I Shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin' With a loud hooray Joined in the affray Quickly cleared the way For the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five Hunt the hare and turn her down The rocky road and all the way to Dublin Whack-fo-lol-le-ra