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In the merry month of May, from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, grief and tears to smother,
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, 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
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;
Thats a Paddy's cure whene'er he's on drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
I was nearly tired 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 follol de rah!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
Decided to take 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 after 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
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed on the kay, as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a room was found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
Off the Holyhead wished that I 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
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
When old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah for all" says I, let me Shillelagh fly.
Galway boys were nigh knew I was a hobblin',
With a load "hurray!" joined in the affray.
soon we cleared the way for 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 follol de rah!