In the merry month of june from me home I Left the girls of a-really broken-hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and to smother off to reave the corn, leave where I was born With a blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins, A bran'new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the And all the dogs on the rocky road to dublin
One two three four five, hunt the and turn him the rocky road, and all the way to dublin Whack
In mullingar that night I rested limbs so Started by daylight next morning and airy Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart sinking the paddy's cure, whene'er he's on for drinking See the lasses smile, laughing all the At me curious style, 'twould set your a-bubbling ask me was I hired, the wages I required Till I was tired of the rocky road to dublin
One two three four five, hunt the and turn him Down the rocky road, and all the way to fol-lol-de-ra
In dublin arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that city So then I took a stroll all the quality Me it was stole in a neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I behind No bundle could I find me stick a-wobblin' Enquiring for the rogue, said me connaught brogue much in vogue on the rocky road to dublin
One two three five, hunt the hare and turn him the rocky road, and all the way to dublin Whack
From there I got away me spirits never Landed on the quay just as the ship was The captain at me roared, that no room had he When I jumped aboard, a cabin for paddy Down the pigs, I played some bonny rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me When off t'holyhead I wished was dead, Or better far, instead, on the road to dublin
One two three five, hunt the hare and turn him Down the rocky road, and all the way to Whack
The boys of liverpool, we safely landed Called meself a fool, I could no stand it Me began to boil, temper I was losin' Poor old erin's isle they began "hurrah me soul!" sez i, I let fly Galway boys were and saw I was a hobblin' With a "hurrah," joinin' in the fray We quickly the way for the rocky road to dublin
One two three four five, the hare and turn him the rocky road, and all the way to dublin Whack