The Rocky Road to Dublin

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In the merry month of May, from me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam sad and broken hearted

Saluted father dear and kissed me darling mother

Then drank a pint of beer, me tears and grief to smother

Off to reap the corn and leave where I was born

I cut a stoat blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins

In a pair of brand new of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs

I frightened 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 Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

To be so soon deprived, a view of that fair city

Then I took a stroll all among the quality

Me bundle, it was stolen in the neat locality

Something crossed me mind when I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobbling

Enquiring after the rogue, 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

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed

They called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it

Me blood began to boil, me temper I was losing

For old Erin's isle, they began abusing

"Horah, me soul," says I, shillelagh I let fly

Galway boys were by, they saw I was a-hobbling

With a loud hurray, they joined in the a-fray

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