Rocky Road to Dublin

Then off to reap the corn

And leave where I was born

I cut a stout black thorn

For to banish ghosts and goblins

A brand new pair of brogues

To rattle over the bogs

And frightened all the dogs

On the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five

Well, in the merry month of May, from me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam were nearly broken-hearted

Saluted Father dear, kissed me 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 black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins

Brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' over the bogs

And frightned 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 follol le-dah!

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight next morning, bright and airy

Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin'

That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'

To hear the lassies smile, laughin' all the while

At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'

Asked me was I 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 follol le-dah!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city

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, said me 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 follol le-dah!

From there I got away, my 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'

Off to Holyhead, wished meself 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 follol le-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 abusin'

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

Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'

With a loud "Hurray!" joinin' 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

And all the way to Dublin, whack follol le-dah!

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, whack follol le-dah!

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, whack follol le-dah!