In the merry month of June from me home I started,

Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted,

Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' 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 blackthorn to banish ghost and goblins,

A bran' new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs,

Frightenin' 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

All the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-le-ra

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight, me spirits bright and airy

Took a drop of the pure, keep me heart from sinkin'

That's the Paddy's cure, whenever he's on for drinking

To see the lassies smile, laughin' all the while,

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

And asked if I was hired, wages I required,

Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

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

Well then they took a stroll all among the quality

Bundle it was stole all in the neat locality

Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'

Enquirin' for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue

Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, me spirits never failin'

Landed on the Quay just as the ship was sailin'

The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he

When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy

Down among the pigs, made some funny rigs,

Danced some party jigs, the water round me bubblin'

When off Holyhead, wished meself was dead

Or better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.

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 losin'

Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin'

Hurrah me soul said I, me shillelagh I let fly

Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin’

With a loud hurray, joined in the affray

They 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

All the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-le-ra

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road

All the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-le-ra...

Whack fol-lol-le-ra...

Whack fol-lol-le-ra...

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da

In the merry month of June, when first from home I started,

And left the girls alone, sad and broken-hearted.

Shook hands with father dear, kissed my darling mother,

Drank a pint of beer, my tears and grief to smother;

Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born.

I cut a stout black-thorn to banish ghost or goblin;

With a pair of bran new brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs —

Sure I frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

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For it is the rocky road, here's the road to Dublin;

Here's the rocky road, now fire away to Dublin !

The steam-coach was at hand, the driver said he'd cheap ones.

But sure the luggage van was too much for my ha'pence.

For England I was bound, it would never do to balk it.

For every step of the road, bedad I says I, I'll walk it.

I did not sigh or moan until I saw Athlone.

A pain in my shin bone, it set my heart a-bubbling;

And fearing the big cannon, looking o'er the Shannon,

I very quickly ran on the rocky road to Dublin.

In Mullingar, that night, I rested limbs so weary.

Started by daylight, with spirits light and airy;

Took a drop of the pure, to keep my spirits from sinking,

That's always an Irishman's cure, whenever he's troubled with thinking.

To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while

At my comical style, set my heart a-bubbling.

They axed if I was hired, the wages I required.

Until I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it was a pity

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

'Twas then I took a stroll, all among the quality,

My bundle then was stole in a neat locality,

Something crossed my mind, thinks I, I'll look behind.

No bundle could I find upon my stick a-wobbling.

Inquiring for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue.

It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

A coachman raised his hand as if myself was wanting,

I went up to a stand, full of cars for jaunting;

"Step up, my boy!" says he; "Ah, that I will with pleasure,"

"And to the Strawberry Beds, I'll drive you at your leisure."

"A strawberry bed?" says I, "faith, that would be too high!"

"On one of straw I'll lie, and the berries won't be troubling";

He drove me out as far, upon an outside car.

Faith! such jolting never wor on the rocky road to Dublin.

I soon got out of that, my spirits never failing,

I landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.

The captain at me roared, swore that no room had he.

But when I leaped on board, they a cabin found for Paddy.

Down among the pigs I played such rummy rigs,

Danced some hearty jigs, with water round me bubbling.

But when off Holyhead, I wished that I was dead,

Or safely put in bed, on the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys in Liverpool, when on the dock I landed.

Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it;

My blood began to boil, my temper I was losing.

And poor old Erin's Isle, they all began abusing.

"Hurrah! my boys," says I, my shillelagh I let fly.

Some Galway boys were by, they saw I was a hobbling;

Then with a loud "hurrah !" they joined me in the fray.

Faugh-a-ballagh! Clear the way! for the rocky road to Dublin!