The Dubliners Rocky Road to Dublin Lyrics

While in the merry month of May from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly brokenhearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand new pair o' brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frightenin' 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(s) to Dublin, whack follol de dah

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin'
That's the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinkin'
Hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, and wages I required
Till 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(s) to Dublin, whack follol de dah

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, all among the quality
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, said me Connaught brogue
It 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(s) to Dublin, whack follol de dah

From there I got away, me spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailin'
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, feed some hearty rigs
I played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better far 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(s) to Dublin, whack follol de dah

The boys 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
Galway boys were by as I was a hobble in
With a load "hurray!" they 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
And all the way(s) to Dublin, whack follol de dah