Irish Descendants - Rocky Road to Dublin video free download

Lyrics:

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' 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, Rattled o'er the bogs,

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.

While in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,

Started by me' lake, Me' spirit is bright and cheery

Took a drop of the pure, To keep me' heart from sinkin',

That's the Paddy's cure, When ever he's on for drinking.

To see the lassies smile, Laughing all the while,

At me' curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.

Asked if I was hired, 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.

[Interlude]

Well, in Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity,

To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.

So then I took a stroll, Down among the quality,

Bundle it was stole, And in a neat locality;

Something crossed me' mind, Then I looked behind;

No bundle could I find, Upon me' stick a wobblin'.

Enquirin' for the rogue, Said me' Connacht 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.

While, 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,

Then I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,

Then down among the pigs, Played some hardy rigs,

Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',

When off Holyhead, Wished me' self was dead,

Or better farther 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 me' self a fool; I could no longer stand it;

Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',

Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',

"Hurrah my soul," sez I, Shillelagh I let fly;

Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,

With a loud hurray, Joined in the affray.

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.