While in the merry month of May 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 and 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 fright`ning 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 ways to Dublin Whack follol 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 heartfrom sinking
Thats a Paddy`s cure whenever he`s on drinking
Hear the lassies smile laughing all the while
At me curious style twould set your heart a bubblin`
Asked me was I hired wages I required
Till I was almost 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 follol de rah
In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll all among the quality
Me 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 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 her down the rocky road
all the ways to Dublin Whack follol de rah
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 hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the ways to Dublin Whack follol de rah
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 losing
Poor old Erin`s Isle they began abusing
Hurrah my soul sez I My shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
Then with a loud hurray They joined in the affray
We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down
the rocky road and all the ways to Dublin
Whack follol de rah