The Rocky Road to Dublin

Was in the merry month of June when first from home I started
 Left the girls of Tuam all sad and broken hearted
 Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother
 I 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
 Me brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
 Frightened all the dogs over the rocky road to Dublin
 One, two, three, four, five
 Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road
 And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah
 In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
 Started by darylight next morning bright and early
 Took a drop of the pure, kept me heart from sinking
 That's the Paddy's cure, ever he's on for drinking
 To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
 At me curious style, would set your heart a-bubblin'
 An' asked if I was hired, wages I required
 'Til I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin
 One, two, three, four, five
 Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road
 And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah
 In Dublin next arrived, I thought it'd be a pity
 To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
 So then I took a stroll all among the quality
 Bundle it was stole, in the 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 my Connaught brogue
 Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
 One, two, three, four, five
 Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road
 And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-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, played some hearty rigs
 Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
 Meltin' at Holyhead, wished meself was dead
 Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin
 One, two, three, four, five
 Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road
 And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah
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 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 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 into the affray
 Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
 One, two, three, four, five
 Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road
 And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah
 Hunt the hare, turn her down the rocky road
 And all the ways to Dublin, whack-for-la-lee-da-dah