Dropkick Murphys - The Rocky Road to Dublin lyrics

In the merry month of June
From my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly brokenhearted
Saluted me 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 blackthorn
To banish ghosts and goblin
Brand-new pair of brogues
Rattling o'er the bogs
Frightening all the dogs
On the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five

In Mullingar last 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 sinking
That's the Paddy's cure
When he's on the drinking
See the lassies smile laughing all the while
At me darling style
Would set your heart a-bubblin'
Asked me was I hired wages I required
'til 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 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
Decided to take a stroll
All among the quality bundle
It was stole in that neat locality
Something crossed my mind
When I looked behind no bundle could I find
Upon me stick a-wobblin' crying for a 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-fol la-de da!

From there I got away
Me spirit's never failing landed on the quay
Just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared
Said that no room had he
Then 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 hollyhead wished myself 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-fol la-de da!

The boys in Liverpool when we safely landed
Called myself a fool
I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing
Hooray me soul, says I
Let the shellaillagh fly
Some Galway boys were nigh
Saw I was a-hobblin' with a loud array
They joined me in the fray
And soon we 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-fol la-de da!

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!