The Rocky Road To Dublin

While In the merry month of may from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed my darling 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 black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;

Bought a pair of brogues rattling all of the bogs

And 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 follol de rah!

In Mullingar
that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking

They hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I 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 her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

In Dublin
next arrived, I thought it's such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city

Then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me 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 wobblin'

Enquiring 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 follol de rah!

From there I got away, me spirits never falling
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 hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
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
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

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 old Erin's Isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray
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 follol de rah!