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9 years ago
While in the merry month of May, from me home I startedLeft the girls of Tuam nearly brokenheartedSaluted father dear, kissed me darling motherDrank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smotherThen off to reap the corn and leave where I was bornCut a stout blackthorn to banish ghostsAnd goblin' brand new pair of brogues to rattle o'er the bogsAnd frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin'One, two, three four, fiveHunt the hare and turn her down the rocky roadAnd all the way to Dublin', whack-fol-la-de-daIn Mullingar that night, I rested, limbs so wearyStarted by daylight, next mornin' light and airyTook a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkingThat's the paddy's cure when there he's on for drinkingTo see the lassies smile laughing all the whileAt my curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'Asked if was I hired, and wages I requiredTill I was almost tired over the rocky road to Dublin'One, two, three, four, fiveHunt the hare and turn her down the rocky roadsAnd all the way to Dublin', whack-fol-la-de-daIn Dublin' next arrived, I thought it such a pityTo be so soon deprived a view of that fine cityThen I took a stroll all among the qualityBundle it was stolen in that neat localitySomething crossed me mind when I looked behindNo bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'Crying after the rogue, they said me Connaught brogueIt wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin'One, two, three, four, fiveHunt the hare and turn her down the rocky roadAnd all the way to Dublin', whack-fol-la-de-daFrom there I got away, me spirits never failingLanded on the quay, just as the ship was sailingThe Captain at me roared, said no room had heThen I jumped aboard a cabin found for paddyDown among the pigs, did some hearty rigsPlayed some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin'And when off Holyhead, wished myself was deadOr better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin'One, two, three four, fiveHunt the hare and turn her down the rocky roadAnd all the way to Dublin', whack-fol-la-de-daThe boys of Liverpool, when we safely landedCalled myself a fool, I could no longer stand itBlood began to boil, temper I was losingPoor Old Erin's Isle they began abusingHooray me soul, says I, me Shillelagh I let flyGalway boys were by and saw I was a hobble inWith a loud hurray, they joined me in the affrayQuickly cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin'One, two, three four, fiveHunt the hare and turn her down the rocky roadAnd all the way to Dublin', whack-fol-la-de-da