Rocky Road To Dublin (Paddy Kelly)
Ireland
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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
And off to reap the corn
Leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn
To banish ghosts
And grab me a brand new pair of brogues
Rattle all the pogs
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
All the way to Dublin
Whack fol dol de rah
In Mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight
Next morning bright and airy
Took a drop of beer
To keep my heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure
Whene'er he's on for drinking
To see the lassies smile
Laughing all the while
At my curious style
Would set your heart a bubblin'
Asked if I was hurt
Reason I was purt
Eyes was almost hurt on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin
Whack fol dol de rah
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
Among the quality
My bundle it was stole
In a neat locality
Something crossed my mind
Then I looked behind
No bundle could I find
Upon my back a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue
Said McGonigle
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 way to Dublin
Whack fol dol de rah
From there I got away
My spirits never failing
Landed on the quay
As my 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
Played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs
The water round me bubbling
Off to Holyhead
Wished myself was dead
Back to Farragut instead on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin
Whack fol dol de rah
The boys of Liverpool
When we safely landed
Called myself 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 said I
Shillelagh I let fly
Called the boys came by
They saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud hurray
Joined in the affray
Quickly cleared the way to the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin
Whack fol dol de rah