The Rocky Road to Dublin - The High Kings

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 ghosts and goblins

A brand new pair of brogues rattlin' o'er the bogs

Frightenin' all the dogs On the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin

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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 Laughing all the while

At my curious style 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'

And ax'd if I was hired Wages I required

Till I was nearly tired Of the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin

Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity

To be so soon deprived A view of that fine city

Well then I 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 Said me Connacht 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

All the way to Dublin

Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra

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 played some funny rigs

Danced some hearty jigs The water round me bubblin'

When off Holyhead Wished meself was dead

Or better far instead On the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin

Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra

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 ould Erin's isle They began abusin'

"Hurrah my soul " says I My shillelagh I let fly;

Galway boys were nigh An' 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

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin

Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin

Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra

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