Rocky Road To Dublin Lyrics - The Dubliners Essential Collection - Dubliners

While in the merry month of May from me home I started 

Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted 

Saluted father dear, kissed me darling 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 ghosts and goblins 

Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs 

And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin 

One, two, three four, five 

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road 

all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah 

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary 

Started by daylight next morning blithe and early 

Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking 

Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking 

See the lassies smile, laughing all the while 

At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' 

Asked me was I hired, wages I required 

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 

all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah 

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity 

To be soon deprived a view of that fine city 

So then I took a stroll, all among the quality 

Me bundle it was stole, all 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 her down the rocky road 

all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah 

From there I got away, me spirits never falling 

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 hearty rigs 

Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling 

When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead 

Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin 

One, two, three four, five 

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road 

all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah 

Well 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 

Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in 

With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray 

We quitely 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 follol de rah 

Hunt the Hare and turn her down 

The rocky road and all the way to Dublin 

Whack follol de rah