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 my darling mother
Drank a pint of beer
Me grief and tears to smother
Then, off to reap the corn and
Leave where I was born
I cut a stout black-thorn to
Banish ghost and goblin
In a brand new pair of brogues
Rattling o'er the bogs
And frightening all the dogs upon
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 Wack-fol lal le la
In Mulligar that night I
Rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning
Bright and early took a drop of the pure
To keep my heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure
Whene'er he's up for drinking
To see the lassies smile
Laughing all the while at my curious style
'twould set your heart-a-bubblin'
They asked if I was hired, wages I required
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 Wack-fol lal le la
In Dublin next arrived
I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a
View of that fine city
So then I took a stroll all among the quality
My bundle it was stole all
In that neat locality
Something crossed my mind
Then I looked behind no bundle could I find
Upon my stick a-wobblin'
Enquirin' for the rogue
They said my Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue upon 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 Wack-fol lal le la
From there I got away
My spirit's 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
Down among the pigs, I danced some funny jigs
Played some hearty rigs
The water round me bubblin'
When off Holyhead wished myself was dead
Or better far instead
Upon 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 Wack-fol lal le la
One, two, three, four
Five: Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road and all the way
To Dublin Wack-fol lal le la
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
Me shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were by
And saw I was a hobblin'
Then with a loud hurray, joining 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 Wack-fol lal le la
One, two, three, four
Five: Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road and all the way
To Dublin Wack-fol lal le la