"The Rocky Road To Dublin" lyrics
In the merry month of June, from me home I started
Left the girls in Tuam, so nearly 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 blackthorn, to banish ghosts and goblins
Brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightened 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 ways to Dublin, whack follol de dah
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, next morning bright and early
Took a drop o' the pure, to keep me heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure, whene'er he's on for drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, would set your heart to bubbling
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
Then I was almost tired, on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways 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, out among the quality
Bundle it was stolen, 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 Connacht 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 ways to Dublin, whack follol de dah
From there I got away, me 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, made some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
Off at 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 ways to Dublin, whack follol de 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 losing
Poor old Erin's Isle, they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul' says" I, shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by, and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud hurray, joined in the affray
We 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 ways to Dublin, whack follol de dah
Left the girls in Tuam, so nearly 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 blackthorn, to banish ghosts and goblins
Brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightened 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 ways to Dublin, whack follol de dah
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, next morning bright and early
Took a drop o' the pure, to keep me heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure, whene'er he's on for drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, would set your heart to bubbling
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
Then I was almost tired, on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways 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, out among the quality
Bundle it was stolen, 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 Connacht 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 ways to Dublin, whack follol de dah
From there I got away, me 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, made some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
Off at 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 ways to Dublin, whack follol de 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 losing
Poor old Erin's Isle, they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul' says" I, shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by, and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud hurray, joined in the affray
We 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 ways to Dublin, whack follol de dah
Writer(s): Radie Peat, Darragh Lynch, Cormac Eoin Dermody, Ian Bernard Lynch
