Well in the merry month of June
From my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
Nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear
Kissed me darlin' mother
Drank a pint of beer
My grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn
And leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn
To banish ghost and goblin
In a brand new pair of brogues
Rattling o'er the bogs
And frightened 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, fol lol de ra
Now in Mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight
Next mornin' bright and early
Took a drop of the pure
To keep me heart from sinkin'
Now 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'
Asked me was I was hired
Wages I required
'Til 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
And all the ways to Dublin
Whack, fol lol de ra
Now in Dublin next arrived
I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived
A view of that fine city
Decide to take a stroll
All among the quality
Bundle it was stole
And in a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind
When I looked behind;
No bundle could I find
Upon my stick a wobblin'
Enquirin' for the rogue
Said me 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
And from there I got away
My spirit was never failin'
Landed on the quay
Just as the ship was sailin';
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 funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs
The water round me bubblin'
Off to Holyhead
I wished meself was dead
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
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 losin'
Poor old Erin's isle
They began abusin'
"Hurrah me soul," says I
My shillelagh fly;
Some Galway boys were by
Saw I was a hobblin'
Then with a loud hurray
They joined in the affray
Soon 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
And all the ways to Dublin
Whack, fol lol de ra
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
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