Texty: The High Kings. Rocky Road To Dublin.

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

Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted,

Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling 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,

Chorus:

One two three four five,

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

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 sinking;

That?s the Paddy?s cure whenever he?s on drinking

To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while

At me curious style, ?twould set your heart a bubblin?

An? asked if I was hired, wages I required

?Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.

Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality;

Bundle it was stole, all 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, said me Connaught brogue

Wasn?t much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

From there I got away, me spirits never falling,

Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.

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 bubbling;

When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,

Or better far instead

on the rocky road to Dublin,

Whack fol lol le rah!