Rocky Road to Dublin

Then off to reap the corn
And leave where I was born
I cut a stout black thorn
For to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of brogues
To rattle over the bogs
And frightened all the dogs
On the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five

Well, in the merry month of May, from me home I started
Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly broken-hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, my 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
Brand-new pair of brogues, rattlin' over the bogs
And frightned 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-le-dah
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning, bright and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin'
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'
To hear the lassies smile, laughin' all the while
At me curious style, it would set your heart a-bubblin'
Asked me was I 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-follol-le-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, 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
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-le-dah
From there I got away, my 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, played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin'
Off to Holyhead, wished me-self 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 to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called me-self a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losin'
Poor old Erin's Isle, they began abusin'
Hurrah me soul, says I, shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin'
With a loud Hurray, joinin' in the affray
We quickly cleared the way 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-le-dah
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack-follol-le-dah