The Rocky Road To Dublin Lyrics - Crash Test Dummies

In the merry month of june from me home I started 

Left the girls of tuam a-really broken-hearted 

Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother 

Drank a pint of beer, me grief and fears to smother 

Then off to reave the corn, leave where I was born 

With a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins, 

A bran'new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs 

And frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to dublin 

One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him 

Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin 

Whack fol-lol-de-ra 

In mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary 

Started by daylight next morning light and airy 

Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking 

That's the paddy's cure, whene'er he's on for drinking 

See the lasses smile, laughing all the while 

At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling 

They'd ask me was I hired, the wages I required 

Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to dublin 

One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him 

Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin 

Whack fol-lol-de-ra 

In dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity 

To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city 

So then I took a stroll all among the quality 

Me bundle it was stole in a neat locality 

Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind 

No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' 

Enquiring for the rogue, they 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 him 

Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin 

Whack fol-lol-de-ra 

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, I played some bonny rigs 

Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin' 

When off t'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 him 

Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin 

Whack fol-lol-de-ra 

The boys of liverpool, when we safely landed 

Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it 

Me blood began to boil, temper I was losin' 

Poor old erin's isle they began abusin' 

"hurrah me soul!" sez i, shillelagh I let fly 

Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin' 

With a loud "hurrah," joinin' in the fray 

We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to dublin 

One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him 

Down the rocky road, and all the way to dublin 

Whack fol-lol-de-ra