The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of June from my home I started
 Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
 Saluted 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
 Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
 A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
 Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
 All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
 In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
 Started by daylight my spirits bright and airy
 Took a drop of the pure, keep my heart from sinking
 That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking
 To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
 At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
 An' asked if I was hired, wages I required
 'Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin
 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
 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
 Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality,
 Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality
 Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind
 No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobblin'
 Enquiring for the rogue, said my Connaught brogue
 Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
 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 spirits never failing
 Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
 The 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 bubbling
 When off Holyhead wished meself was dead
 Or better far instead
 On the rocky road to Dublin
 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
 All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
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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 losing
 Poor old Erin's isle they began abusing
 "Hurrah me soul!" says I, me shillelagh I let fly
 Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
 With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray
 We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
 All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
 Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
 All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
 Whack-fol-la-de-da!
 Whack-fol-la-de-da!