Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of June
When from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
So sad and 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 black thorn to banish ghost an goblins
Bought a pair of brogues
Rattlin' over the bogs
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-fo-lol-le-ra

Well in Mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight
Me spirits bright and cheery
Took a drop o' the pure
To keep me heart from sinkin'
That's the paddy's cure
Whenever he's on for drinking
And see the lassies smile
Laughing all the while
At me curious style
Would set your heart a-bubbling
Asked if I was hired
Wages I required
'Til 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-fo-lol-le-ra

Well 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
Down among the quality
Bundle it was stolen
In a neat locality
Something crossed me mind
Then I looked behind
No bundle could I find
Upon me stick a-wobblin'
Inquiring 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-fo-lol-le-ra

Well 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
Then I jumped aboard
A cabin found for Paddy
Then down among the pigs
Played some hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs
The water 'round me bubblin'
When off 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-fo-lol-le-ra

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'
Hoorah me soul says I
Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin'
With a loud hooray
Joined in the affray
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-fo-lol-le-ra



Credits
Writer(s): Damien Leo Leith, Traditional
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