Ocean Ghost - Rocky Road to Dublin Lyrics

All in the merry month of May, from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam, and 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 the stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
Brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten 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 ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah

In Mullingar that night, and I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning light and airy
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking
Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for drinking
To hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'
Asked if I was hired and 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
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Bundle it was stolen, in that neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Inquiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
It 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 ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah

From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
Then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs
Played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead, I 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
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah

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 me soul" says I, Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "hurray!" joined me in the fray
Quickly cleared the way of 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-dah

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah