The 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 me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins In a new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs Frightening 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 fol lol de ra! In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next mornin' light and airy Took a drop of the pure To keep me heart from sinking That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' They asked if I was 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 And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol de ra! In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city 'Twas then I took a stroll, all among the quality Bundle it was stole, 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, they 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 way to Dublin, Whack fol lol de ra! 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 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' When off Holyhead, I 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 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 losing Poor old Erin's isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul!" says I, me shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobble in With a loud "Hurray!" they 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 And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol de ra! Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol de ra! Whack fol lol de ra! Whack fol lol de ra!