Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of June
 When from me home I started
 Left the girls of Tuam
 So sad and broken hearted
 Saluted father dear
 Kissed me darlin' mother
 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 black thorn to banish ghost an goblins
 Bought a pair of brogues
 Rattlin' over the bogs
 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 way to Dublin
 Whack-fo-lol-le-ra
 Well in Mullingar that night
 I rested limbs so weary
 Started by daylight
 Me spirits bright and cheery
 Took a drop o' the pure
 To keep me heart from sinkin'
 That's the paddy's cure
 Whenever he's on for drinking
 And see the lassies smile
 Laughing all the while
 At me curious style
 Would set your heart a-bubbling
 Asked if 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 way
 To Dublin
 Whack-fo-lol-le-ra
 Well 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
 Down among the quality
 Bundle it was stolen
 In a neat locality
 Something crossed me mind
 Then I looked behind
 No bundle could I find
 Upon me stick a-wobblin'
 Inquiring for the 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-fo-lol-le-ra
 Well from there I got away
 Me spirits never failin'
 Landed on the quay
 Just as the ship was sailin'
 Captain at me roared
 Said that no room had he
 Then I jumped aboard
 A cabin found for Paddy
 Then down among the pigs
 Played some hearty rigs
 Danced some hearty jigs
 The water 'round me bubblin'
 When off Holyhead
 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 and all the way to Dublin
 Whack-fo-lol-le-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'
 Hoorah me soul says I
 Shillelagh I let fly
 Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin'
 With a loud hooray
 Joined in the affray
 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 way to Dublin
 Whack-fo-lol-le-ra