Rocky Road to Dublin

All in the merry month of May, from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam, and nearly 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 the stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins Brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs And frighten 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 ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah In Mullingar that night, and I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning light and airy Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for drinking To hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin' Asked if I was hired and 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 And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city Then I took a stroll, all among the quality Bundle it was stolen, in that neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' Inquiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue It 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 ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah From there I got away, me spirits never failing Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing Captain at me roared, said that no room had he Then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs Played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling When off 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 her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah 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, Shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' With a loud "hurray!" joined me in the fray Quickly cleared the way of the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah