traditional – rocky road to dublin lyrics
while in the merry month of june, from my home i started
left the girls of tuam, nearly broken-hearted
saluted father dear, kissed my darlin’ mother
drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother
then off to reap the corn and leave where i was born
i cut a stout blackth-rn to banish ghost and goblin
a brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
and frighten all the dogs, on the rocky road to dublin
[chorus]
one, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road, and all the ways to dublin
whack-fol-lol-de-rah!
in mullingar that night i rested, limbs so weary
started by daylight next mornin’, blithe and airy
took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinkin’
that’s the paddy’s cure, whene’er he’s on for drinking
to see the l-sses smile, laughing all the while
at my curious style—‘twould set your heart a-bubblin’
they ax’d me was i hired, the wages i required
till i was almost tired of the rocky road to dublin
[chorus]
one, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road, and all the ways to dublin
whack-fol-lol-de-rah!
in dublin next arrived; i thought it such a pity
to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
then i took a stroll, all among the quality
bundle it was stole, in a neat locality
something crossed my mind, when i looked behind
no bundle could i find upon my stick a wobblin’
enquirin’ after the rogue, they said my connacht brogue
wasn’t much in vogue, on the rocky road to dublin
[chorus]
one, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road, and all the ways to dublin
whack-fol-lol-de-rah!
from there i got away, my spirits never failin’
landed on the quay as the ship was sailin’
captain at me roared, said that no room had he
when i jumped aboard, a cabin found for paddy
down among the pigs; i did some heary rigs
danced some hearty jigs—the water round me bubblin’
when off holyhead, i wished myself was dead
or better far instead, on the rocky road to dublin
[chorus]
one, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road, and all the ways to dublin
whack-fol-lol-de-rah!
the boys of liverpool, when we safely landed
called myself a fool. i could no longer stand it
blood began to boil, temper i was losin’
poor ould erin’s isle they began abusin’
“hurrah my soul!” says i, my shillelagh i let fly
some galway boys were by and saw i was a hobblin’
with a loud hurray, they joined into the affray
we quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to dublin
[chorus]
one, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road, and all the ways to dublin
whack-fol-lol-de-rah!
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