The Rocky Road To Dublin

Well, in the merry month of May

From my home, I started

Left the girls of Tuam, was nearly broken hearted

Saluted father dear, I kissed my darlin' mother

Drank a pint of beer, my 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

A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs

Frightenin' 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 ways to Dublin

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In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight, next mornin' light and airy

I took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinkin'

That's the paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinking

To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while

At my curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'

I asked 'em was I hired? Wages I required

I was sick and 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 ways to Dublin

Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

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, all among the quality

My bundle it was stolen, in a neat locality

Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind

No bundle could I find, upon my stick a-wobblin'

Enquirin' after the rogue, they said my Connacht 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 ways to Dublin

Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

From there I got away, my spirit never failin'

Landed on the quay as the ship was sailin'

Captain at me roared, said that no room had him

When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy

Down among the pigs, I did some hearty rigs

Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin'

Went off Holyhead, wished myself 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 ways to Dublin

Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed

They called me a fool, I could no longer stand it

Blood began to boil, temper I was losin'

Poor ould Erin's isle they began abusin'

"Hurrah my soul," me says I, my shillelagh I let fly

Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'

Then with a loud hurray 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-fol-lol-de-ra