The Rocky Road to Dublin (feat. John Sheahan & Barney McKenna)

Was in the merry month of June when first from home I started Left the girls of Tuam all sad and broken hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother I 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 ghosts and goblins Me brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs Frightened all the dogs over the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by darylight next morning bright and early Took a drop of the pure, kept me heart from sinking That's the Paddy's cure, ever he's on for drinking To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, would set your heart a-bubblin' An' asked if I was hired, wages I required 'Til I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah In Dublin next arrived, I thought it'd be a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll all among the quality Bundle it was stole, in the neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' "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, turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah From there I got away, me spirits never failing Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing 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 bubblin' Meltin' at Holyhead, wished meself was dead Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah 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 abusing "Hurrah me soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin' With a loud, "Hurray!" joined into the affray Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah