The Rocky Road to Dublin

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

Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted

Saluted father dear, kissed me darling 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 ghosts and goblins

A brand-new pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs

Fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-ol-ee-ra

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight, me spirits bright and airy

Took a drop of the pure, keep me heart from sinking

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

To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while

At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling

Asked me If I was hired, wages I required

Till 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

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-ol-ee-ra

In Dublin next arrived. 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 all in a neat locality

Something crossed me mind when I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobbling

'Quiring 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

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-ol-ee-ra

From there I got away, me spirits ne'er a-failing

Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing

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

When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for paddy

Down among the pigs, played some bonny rigs

Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubbling

When off to 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

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-ol-ee-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 losing

Poor auld Erin's Isle they began abusing

"Hurrah me soul!" says I. My shillelagh I let fly

Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a-hobbling

With a loud hurray, joined in the affray

And we 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

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-ol-ee-ra

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-ol-ee-ra