The Rocky Road To Dublin Lyrics - If I Should Fall From Grace With God - Pogues

'Twas in the merry month of June from me home I started 

Left the girls of Tuam nearly 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 the stout black thorn to be on the shores to Dublin 

Brand new pair of brogues rattlin' o'er the bogs 

Fightin' 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 follol de rah! 

In Mullingar that night I rested tired and weary 

Left the room next morning feeling bright and airy 

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

That's a Paddy's cure whene'er he's on the 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 

Till I was sick and 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 follol de rah! 

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity 

To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city. 

When I took a stroll all among the quality 

Me bundle it was stole in the neat locality. 

Something crossed me mind when I looked behind 

No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' 

Asking for the rogue, they called 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 follol de rah! 

From there I got away, me spirits never failing 

Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing. 

The Captain at me roared that no more 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 bubblin' 

When off Holyhead wished that I 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 

And all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah! 

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 hobblin' 

With a loud "hurray!" joined in the affray 

Quietly 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!