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 darling 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 black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning 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 follol de rah

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight
Next morning blithe and early, Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking
That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking. See the lassies smile, laughing
All the while At me curious style, 't would set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required, 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 way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin
Enquiring for 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 and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah

From there I got away, me spirits never falling
Landed on the quay, just 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, played some hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead wished meself 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 follol de rah

Well the buoys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself 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" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray
We quitely 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 fol all the Ra
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