The Rocky Road to Dublin

In the merry month of June

from my home I started

left the girls in Taum

nearly brokenhearted

saluted me 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 blackthorn

to banish ghost and goblin,

brand-new pair of brogues,

rattling over the bogs

frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two three, four five

In Mullingar last night,

I rested limbs so weary

started by daylight

next morning bright and early

took a drop of the pure

to keep me heart from sinking

that's the Paddy's cure

when he's on for drinking

see the lassies smile,

laughing all the while

at me darling style,

would set your heart a-bubblin'

asked me was I 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-fol-la-de-da!

In Dublin next arrived,

I thought it such a pity

to be so soon deprived

a view of that fine city

decided to take a stroll

all among the quality

bundle, it was stole

in that neat locality

something crossed my mind

when I looked behind

no bundle could I find

upon me stick a-wobblin'

crying for a 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-fol-la-de-da!

From there I got away,

my spirits never failing

landed on the quay

just as the ship was sailing

captain at me roared,

said that no room had he

then I jumped aboard

a cabin found for Paddy

down among the pigs,

rig some hearty rigs,

played some hilarity jigs,

the water 'round me bubblin'

off to Hollyhead

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 and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

The boys in 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

hooray me soul, says I,

let the shellaillagh fly

some Galway boys were by,

and saw I was a-hobblin'

with a loud array,

they joined me in the fray

soon we cleared the way

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-fol-la-de-da!

One, two three, four five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

HEY!