The Rocky Road to Dublin

In the merry month of June from my home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted 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 ghosts and goblins Brand new pair of brogues rattling over 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 le rah In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning bright and early Took a drop of the pure Keep my heart from sinking That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking To 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 Till I was nearly 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 le rah 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 a neat locality Something crossed my mind when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobbling Enquiring after the rogue said my 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 lol le rah From there I got away me spirits never failing Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing The 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 hearty rigs Danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubbling Off to Holyhead wished me self was dead Or better of 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 le rah The boys of Liverpool when we safely landed Called me self 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 nigh and saw I was a hobble in With a loud Hurray 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 le rah