In The Merry Month Of June,
When First From Home I Started
Left The Girls Of Tuam,
So Sad And Broken Hearted
Saluted Father Dear,
Kissed Me Darlin' Mother
And 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 Goblin
Bought A Pair Of Brogues,
Rattle Over The Bogs
Frightened 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 Fol La De Da
When In Mullingar That Night,
I Rested Limbs So Weary
Started By Daylight,
Me Spirits Bright And Early
Took A Drop O' Pure,
Keep Me Heart From Sinking
That's A Paddy's Cure,
Whenever He's On Drinking
To See The Lassie's Smile,
Laughing All The While
At Me Curious Style,
Would Set Your Heart
To Bubbling
Asked Me I Was Hired,
Wages I Required
I Was Almost Tired,
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 Fol La De Da
Well In Dublin Next Arrived,
I Thought It Be A Pity
To Be So Soon Deprived,
A View Of That Fine City
Then I Took A Stroll,
All Among The Quality
Me Bundle It Was Stole,
In A Neat Locality
Something Crossed Me Mind,
When I Looked Behind
No Bundle Could I Find,
Upon Me Stick A Wobbling
Enquiring After The Rogue,
They Said Me Connacht Brouge
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 Fol La De Da
Well, 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
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 Bubblin'
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 Fol La De Da
Well, 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 Ould Erins Isle,
They Began Abusing
Hurrah Me Soul Says I,
Shillelagh I Let Fly
Some Galway Boys Were By,
Saw I Was A-Hollerin'
Then With A Loud Horray,
They 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 Ways To Dublin,
Whack Fol La De Daaaa
