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 jus
