Rocky Road To Dublin ! ! !

While in the merry month of May

From me home I started,

Left the girls of Tuam so sad and

Broken hearted,

Saluted father dear, kissed me

Darling 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

Ghosts and goblins;

Bought a pair of brogues rattling

O’er the bogs

And fright’ning all the dogs on 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 follol

De rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested

Limbs so weary,

Started by daylight next morning

Blithe and early,

Took a drop of pure to keep me

Heartfrom sinking;

That’s a Paddy cure whenever

He’s on drinking.

See the lassies smile, laughing all

The while

At me curious style, ‘twould set

Your heart a bubblin’

Asked me was I hired, wages I

Required,

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 follol

De rah!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it

Such a pity

To be soon deprived a view of that

Fine city.

So then I took a stroll, all among

The quality;

Me bundle it was stole, all I 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, they 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

All the way to Dublin, Whack follol

De rah!

From there I got away, me spirits

Never falling,

Landed on the quay, just as the

Ship was sailing.

The 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 hearty rigs,

Danced some heart jigs, the

Water round me bubbling;

When of Holyhead I wished

Meself was dead,

Or better for instead on 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 follol

De rah!

Well 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

Losing;

Poor old Erin’s Isle they began

Abusing.

“ Hurrah me soul” says I, me

Shillelagh I let fly.

Some Galway boys were nigh and

Saw I was a hobble in,

With a load “hurray!” joined in the

Affray.

We quietly 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 follol de rah !