The Dubliners - The Rocky Road to Dublin lyrics

Well, in the merry month of May
Now 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
Me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and
Leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to
Banish ghosts and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues
To rattle over 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
And all the ways to Dublin
Whack follol de dah

In Mullingar that night I
Rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning
Light and early took a drop of the pure to
Keep me heart from shrinkin'
Thats the Paddy's cure whene'er
He's on for drinkin'
To hear the lassies smile
Laughin' all the while at me curious style
'twould set your heart a bubblin'
They asked me was I hired
And 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 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, all among the quality
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 Connacht brogue
It 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 spirit's 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, did some hearty rigs
I played some hearty jigs
The water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead I wished meself 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
All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

The boys of Liverpool
Well when we safely landed
Called meself the 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
Me shillelagh I’ll apply
Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a low a' "hurray!" they
Joined in the affray
Quickly clear 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