The Rocky Road To Dublin

'Twas in the merry month of June, from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam, sad and broken-hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother
Drank a pint of beer, me tears and grief to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin
Brand-new pair of brogues, rattled o'er the bogs
And 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-da

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by the light next mornin' bright and early
Took a drop o' the pure to keep me heart from sinkin'
That's the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinkin'
See the lassies smile, laughin' all the while
At me curious style, would set your heart a-bubblin'
Asked if I was hired, the 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
All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-da

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view o' that fine city
So then I took a stroll all among the quality
Bundle, it was stole in the neat locality
Somethin' crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquirin' for the rogue, he 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-fol-lol-de-da

From there I got away, me 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, I played some hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin'
When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead
Or better off 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-de-da

The boys o' Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool, I couldn't 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
Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin'
With a loud "Hurray!", they joined in the affray
And 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-da

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-da



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Writer(s): Dp, Paddy Moloney
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