In the merry month of June from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted Father dear kissed my darling mother
Drank a pint of beer my 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
Brand new pair of brogues rattling over the bogs
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 fol lol le rah
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning bright and early
Took a drop of the pure
Keep my heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style would set your heart a bubbling
Asked 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
And all the way to Dublin Whack fol lol le rah
In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Decided to take a stroll all among the quality
Bundle it was stole in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobbling
Enquiring after the rogue said my 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
And all the way to Dublin Whack fol lol le rah
From there I got away me spirits never failing
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
Off to Holyhead wished me self was dead
Or better of instead
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 fol lol le rah
The boys of Liverpool when we safely landed
Called me self 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 me soul says I me shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a loud Hurray 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
And all the way to Dublin Whack fol lol le rah