The Irish Rovers The Rocky Road To Dublin Lyrics

In the merry month of June when first from home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken-hearted,
Saluted Father dear, kissed me darlin' Mother,
And drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin,
Bought a pair of brogues, rattled over the bogs,
Frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:

One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her down
The rocky road, all the ways to Dublin,
Whack fol-lol-de-ra.

Then in Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, me spirits bright and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, kept me heart from sinking,
That's the Paddy's cure, 'er he's on for drinking,
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling,
Asked if I were hired, wages I required,
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:

One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her down
The rocky road, all the ways to Dublin,
Whack fol-lol-de-ra.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it'd 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 in a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring after the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:

One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her down
The rocky road, all the ways to Dublin,
Whack fol-lol-de-ra.

Well 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 jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, I played some hearty rigs,
I danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead I wished myself was dead,
Better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:

One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her down
The rocky road, all the ways to Dublin,
Whack fol-lol-de-ra.

Oh the boys at Liverpool, oh when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, temper I was losin',
Poor auld Erin's isle they began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul!" sez I, shillelagh I'll let fly,
Galway boys were by, an' saw I was a hobblin',
With a loud Hurrah, joined in the affray,
Victory cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:

One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her down
The rocky road, all the ways to Dublin,
Whack fol-lol-de-ra.