Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of June, when from me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam so sad and brokenhearted

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 blackthorn to banish ghost and 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 'er down

The rocky road and all the way to Dublin

Whack follol de rah

Well, in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight, me spirits bright and cheery

Took a drop o' the pure that keep me heart from sinkin'

That's the paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'

To see the lassies smile, laughin' all the while

At me curious style, would set your heart a-bubblin'

Asked if I was hired, wages I required

Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn 'er down

The rocky road and all the way to Dublin

Whack follol de rah

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'

Inquirin' 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 'er down

The rocky road and all the way to Dublin

Whack follol de rah

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'

Went 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 'er down

The rocky road and all the way to Dublin

Whack follol de rah

The boys of Liverpool, oh, when me 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 'er down

The rocky road and all the way to Dublin

Whack follol de rah