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Click to viewWell in the merry month of May, from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly 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 blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin
Bought a pair of brogues to rattle ov'r the bogs
And 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 follol de rah!
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, next morning bright and early
Took a drop o' the pure, to keep me heart from sinkin'
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'
To see the lassies smile, laughin' all the while
At me curious style, would set your heart a-bubblin'
They asked me was I hired, the 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 follol de rah!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Decided to take a stroll, all among the quality
Me 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'
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
And all the way to Dublin
Whack follol de rah!
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
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down amongst the pigs, I skipped some funny rigs
Played some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin'
When off Holyhead, I wished meself were 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 follol de rah!
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'
"Hurrah, me soul," says I, shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were by, they saw I was a-hobblin'
With a loud hurray, they joined in the affray
We 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 follol de rah!