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 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 blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin o'er the bogs And frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin Whack fol-laddie-ah! In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next mornin' blithe and early Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin' That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin' See the ladies smile, laughin' all the while, At me curious style, would set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required, Till I was nearly tired on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin Whack fol-laddie-ah! In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll all amoung the quality My bundle it was stole all in a neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' Enquirein' for the rogue, they said me Connacht brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rock road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin Whack fol-laddie-ah! 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 amoung the pigs, played some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubblin' When off Holyhead, wished meself was dead, Or better far instead on the rock road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin Whack fol-laddie-ah! Well, 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, my shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobbelin' With a loud "Hurray" joined in the affray We quickly cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin! One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin Whack fol-laddie-ah!