The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of May

From me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam

Sad and broken hearted

Salute me father dear

And kissed me darlin' mother

Then drank a pint of beer

Me tears and grief to smother

Off to reap the corn

Leave where I was born

I cut a stoat black thorn

To banish ghosts and Goblins

In a pair of brand new of brogues

Rattled over the bogs

I frightened all the dogs

On the rocky road to Dublin

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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da

In Dublin next arrived

And thought it such a pity

To be so soon deprived

A view of that fair city

Then I took a stroll

All amongst the quality

Me bundle it was stole

In that neat locality

Something crossed me mind

When I looked behind

No bundle I could find

Upon me stick a wobblin'

Enquiring after the rogue

Said me "Connaught Brogue

Was not much in vogue

On the rocky road to Dublin"

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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da

The boys of Liverpool

When we safely landed

Called myself a fool

I could no longer stand it

Me blood began to boil

Me temper I was losing

For old Erin's isle

They began abusing

Horah say I

Me shelelagh I let fly

Galway boys were by

They saw I was a hobblin'

With a loud "Hurray"

They joined in the affray

We quickly cleared the way

For the rocky road to Dublin

1 2 3 4 5

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

Nd all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da