In the merry month of june from me home i started Left the girls of tuam a-really broken-hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and fears to smother Then off to reave the corn, leave where i was born With a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins, A bran'new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs And frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to dublin
One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin Whack fol-lol-de-ra
In mullingar that night i rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning light and airy Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking That's the paddy's cure, whene'er he's on for drinking See the lasses smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling They'd ask me was i hired, the wages i required Till i was nearly tired of the rocky road to dublin
One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin Whack fol-lol-de-ra
In dublin next arrived, i thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city So then i took a stroll all among the quality Me 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, 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 him Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin Whack fol-lol-de-ra
From there i got away me spirits never failing 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, i played some bonny rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin' When off t'holyhead i wished meself was dead, Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to dublin
One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin Whack fol-lol-de-ra
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 old erin's isle they began abusin' "hurrah me soul!" sez i, shillelagh i let fly Galway boys were nigh and saw i was a hobblin' With a loud "hurrah," joinin' in the fray We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to dublin
One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin
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