Rocky Road To Dublin
In the merry month of may, from first a 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,
brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' over the bugs,
frightened all the dogs, on the rocky road to Dublin,
one two three four five
hunt the hare and turn it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-da
in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
soon to be deprived a view of that fine city,
when I took a stroll all among the quality,
something from me stole in a neat locality,
something crossed me mind, when 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 it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-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 no room had he,
then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy,
down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round be bubblin',
when off holy head wished meself was dead or better far instead
on the rocky road to Dublin
one two three four five
hunt the hare and turn it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-da
one two three four five
hunt the hare and turn it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-da
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it,
me blood began to boil, temper I was losin',
poor ould Erin's Isle, they began abusin',
Hoorah me soul says I, shaleighly I let fly,
sent Galway boys goodbye and saw meself a-wobblin',
with a loud hooray, jumped in the effray,
and quickly cleared the way
for the rocky road to Dublin
one two three four five
hunt the hare and turn it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-da
whack-fo-lol-le-da
whack-fo-lol-le-da
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,
brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' over the bugs,
frightened all the dogs, on the rocky road to Dublin,
one two three four five
hunt the hare and turn it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-da
in Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
soon to be deprived a view of that fine city,
when I took a stroll all among the quality,
something from me stole in a neat locality,
something crossed me mind, when 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 it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-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 no room had he,
then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy,
down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round be bubblin',
when off holy head wished meself was dead or better far instead
on the rocky road to Dublin
one two three four five
hunt the hare and turn it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-da
one two three four five
hunt the hare and turn it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-da
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it,
me blood began to boil, temper I was losin',
poor ould Erin's Isle, they began abusin',
Hoorah me soul says I, shaleighly I let fly,
sent Galway boys goodbye and saw meself a-wobblin',
with a loud hooray, jumped in the effray,
and quickly cleared the way
for the rocky road to Dublin
one two three four five
hunt the hare and turn it down
the rocky road and all the way
to Dublin
whack-fo-lol-le-da
whack-fo-lol-le-da
whack-fo-lol-le-da
Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Joseph Drew, Barney Mckenna, Luke Kelly, Ciaran Padraig Maire Bourke
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