Rocky Road to Dublin

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

Left the girls of Tuam all dearly broken-hearted

Saluted father dear, I kissed me darlin' mother

Drank a pint of beer, grief and tears to smother

Then off to reap the corn, for I was born

With a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins

A brand new pair of brogues rattlin' o'er 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

Whack-fo-lo-lee-ra

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and airy

Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinkin'

That's the Paddy's cure when he's up for drinking

I see the lasses smile, laughing all the while

At my curious set, would set your heart a-bubblin'

Asked if I was hired, wages I required

'Til I was nearly 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-fo-lo-lee-ra

Dublin next I 'rived, I thought it such a pity

To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city

Well, then I took a stroll all among the quality

Bundle it was stole and in the neat locality

Something crossed my mind, I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobblin'

'Quirin' for the rogue, said my Connacht brogues

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-fo-lo-lee-ra

From there I got away, me spirits never failin'

Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin'

The captain at me roared, said that no room had he

When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy

Was down among the pigs, played some funny rigs

I danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'

When off Holyhead, I 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 ways to Dublin

Whack-fo-lo-lee-ra

The boys of Liverpool, oh, when we safely landed

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

Blood began to boil, me temper I was losin'

Poor old Erin's Isle, what they began abusin'

"Hoorah me soul", says I, glee I let fly

The Galway boys were nigh and saw he was a-hobblin'

With a loud hooray, they joined me in the effray

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 ways to Dublin

Whack-fo-lo-lee-ra