The Rocky Road To Dublin

While in the merry month of May now from my home I started Left the girls of Tuam, was nearly broken-hearted Saluted father dear, I kissed me darling mother Then 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 A brand-new pair of brogues rattling over the bogs Frightening 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-follol-de-rah In Mullingar that night I rested, limbs so weary Started by daylight, next morning blithe and early I took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking That's a paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking Hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, it'll set your heart a bubblin' Asked him was I hired, wages I required I was sick and tired of the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road All the ways 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 When I took a stroll, all among the quality My bundle it was stole, in a neat locality Something crossed me mind when I looked behind No bundle did I find, upon me stick a wobblin' Enquiring after 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 All the ways to Dublin, whack-follol-de-rah From there I got away, my spirit never failin' I landed on the quay 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, did some hearty rigs I danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin' Went off Holyhead, wish myself 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 All the ways to Dublin, whack-follol-de-rah Well, the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed They called me 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 me says I, me shillelagh, I let fly Galway boys combine and saw I was a-hobblin' With a load 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 All the ways to Dublin, whack-follol-de-rah