Rocky Road To Oublin
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In the merry month of June
From my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
Nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear
Kissed my darling mother
Drank a pint of beer
My grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn
Leave where I was born
Weave the stout black thorn
To ban these ghosts and goblins
Brand you pair of rogues
Rattling o'er the bogs
And frighten 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-fo-lol-de-ra
In Mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight
My spirits by the cheer
I took a drop of the pure
To keep my heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure
Whenever he's up for drinking
To see the lassies smile
Laughing all the while
That peculiar style
Would set your heart a bubblin'
And as if I was hired
Wages I required
Till I was nearly 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-fo-lol-de-ra
In Dublin next arrived
I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived
A view of that fine city
Now then I took a stroll
All among the quality
Bundle it was stole
All in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind
When I looked behind
No bundle could I find
Upon my stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue
Said me gun and 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-fo-lol-de-ra
From there I got away
My spirits never failing
Landed on the quay
Just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared
Said that no room had he
When I got aboard
A cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs
Played some hearty rigs
Danced some funny jigs
The water 'round me bubblin'
When off Holyhead
Wished 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
And all the way to Dublin
Whack-fo-lol-de-ra
The boys of Liverpool
When we safely landed
Called myself a fool
I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil
Tempere I was losing
Dear old Erin's Isle
They began abusing
"Rah me soul," says I
"Shillelagh I'll apply"
Galway boys went by
And saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "Hurray"
Joined into the fray
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 way to Dublin
Whack-fo-lol-de-ra