Gaelic Storm - Rocky Road to Dublin / Kid On The Mountain lyrics

Well in the merry month of June
From my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear kissed me darlin' mother
Drank a pint of beer
My grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn
And leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn
To banish ghost and goblin
In a brand new pair of brogues
Rattling o'er the bogs
And 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, fol lol de ra
Now in Mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary started by daylight
Next mornin' bright and early
Took a drop of the pure
To keep me heart from sinkin'
Now that's the Paddy's cure
Whene'er he's on for drinking
To see the lasses smile
Laughing all the while at my curious style
'Twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I was 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 ways to Dublin
Whack, fol lol de ra
Now in Dublin next arrived
I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived
A view of that fine city
Decide to take a stroll
All among the quality bundle it was stole
And in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind
When I looked behind no bundle could I find
Upon my stick a wobblin'
Enquirin' 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, fol lol de ra
And from there I got away
My spirit was 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
I wished meself 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 ways to Dublin
Whack, fol lol de ra the boys of Liverpool
When we safely landed called meself 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 my shillelagh fly
Some Galway boys were by
Saw I was a hobblin' then with a loud hurray
They joined in the affray
Soon 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, fol lol de ra
One, two, three, four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin
Whack, fol lol de ra