The Rocky Road

In the merry month of June 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 and 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's 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 and all the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah

In Dublin next arrived I thought it be 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 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 her down the rocky

Road and 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 hearty jigs the water round me bubbling

When off Holyhead 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 and all the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah

Well the bouys 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 quitely 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 fol all the Ra