Christy Moore - Rocky Road lyrics

In the merry month of June all
From my home I started
Left the girls in Tuam sad and broken hearted
Saluted me father dear
Kissed my darling mother
Drank a pint of beer my
Grief and tears to smother

Then off to reap the corn
Leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to
Banish ghost and goblin
In a brand new pair of
Brogues rattled 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 way to Dublin
Whack-fol la-de da in Mullingar that night I
Rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning
Bright and early 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 see the lassies smile
Laughin' all the while at me curious style
T'would set your heart a bubblin'
Asked if I was hired wages I required
I was bloody well 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-fol la-de da

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
My bundle it was stolen in a neat locality

Something crossed me mind
I should look behind
No bundle could I find upon
Me stick a wobblin'
Inquiring 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 way to Dublin
Whack-fol la-de da

I soon got out of that
Me spirit's never failin'
Landed on the quay just as
My ship was sailin’
Captain at me roared said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard a cabin
He found for Paddy

Down among the pigs played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs the
Walls around me bubblin’
When at Holyhead wished myself was dead
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-fol la-de da

The boys of Liverpool when
We were safely landed
They called me a fool I
Could no longer stand it
Me blood began to boil temper I was losin'
Poor old Eireanns Isle they began abusing

Hurrah me soul sez I shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by they saw
That I was a hobblin’
Then with loud hurray 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 to Dublin
Whack-fol la-de da