The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners

In the merry month of June

From me home I started,

Left the girls of Tuam so sad

And 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 Black thorn

To banish ghosts and goblins;

Bought a 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 her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin,

Whack follow de rah!

In Mullingar that night

I rested limbs so weary,

Started by daylight

Next morning blithe and early,

Took a drop of pure

To keep me heart from sinking;

That’s a Paddy’s cure

Whenever he’s on drinking.

See the lassies smile,

Laughing all the while

At me curious style,

It would set your heart a bubbling'

Asked me was I hired, wages

I required, I was almost tired

Of the rocky road to Dublin.

One, Two, Three four, Five…