Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of June

When from me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam

So sad and broken hearted

Saluted father dear

Kissed me darlin' 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 black thorn to banish ghost an goblins

Bought a pair of brogues

Rattlin' over the bogs

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 way to Dublin

Whack-fo-lol-le-ra

Well in Mullingar that night

I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight

Me spirits bright and cheery

Took a drop o' the pure

To keep me heart from sinkin'

That's the paddy's cure

Whenever he's on for drinking

And see the lassies smile

Laughing all the while

At me curious style

Would set your heart a-bubbling

Asked if 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 way

To Dublin

Whack-fo-lol-le-ra

Well in Dublin next arrived

I thought it'd be a pity

To be so soon deprived

A view of that fine city

So then I took a stroll

Down among the quality

Bundle it was stolen

In a neat locality

Something crossed me mind

Then I looked behind

No bundle could I find

Upon me stick a-wobblin'

Inquiring 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 and all the way

To Dublin

Whack-fo-lol-le-ra

Well from there I got away

Me spirits never failin'

Landed on the quay

Just as the ship was sailin'

Captain at me roared

Said that no room had he

Then I jumped aboard

A cabin found for Paddy

Then down among the pigs

Played some hearty rigs

Danced some hearty jigs

The water 'round me bubblin'

When off Holyhead

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 way to Dublin

Whack-fo-lol-le-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'

Hoorah me soul says I

Shillelagh I let fly

Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin'

With a loud hooray

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-fo-lol-le-ra