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In the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam-nearly broken-hearted
Saluted Father dear kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin
In a brand-new pair of brogues I rattled o'er 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 ways 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 my heart from sinking
That's an Paddy d cure whene'er he's on for drinking
To see the lasses smile laughing all the while
At me curious style 'twould set your heart a-bubbling
They ax'd if I was hired the 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 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
Then I took a stroll out among the quality
My bundle it was stole in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind then 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 ways to Dublin Whack fol-lol-de-ra
From there I got away me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing
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 funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubblin'
When off to 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 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 my soul says I let my shillelagh fly
Some Galway boys came by saw I was a hobblein
Then 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 ways to Dublin Whack fol-lol-de-ra
