Gaelic Storm - Rocky Road to Dublin / Kid On The Mountain lyrics

Well in the merry month of June From my home I started Left the girls of Tuam Nearly broken hearted Saluted father dear Kissed me darlin' mother Drank a pint of beer My grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn And leave where I was born I cut a stout blackthorn To banish ghost and goblin In a brand new pair of brogues Rattling o'er the bogs And 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 lol de ra Now in Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight Next mornin' bright and early Took a drop of the pure To keep me heart from sinkin' Now that's the Paddy's cure Whene'er he's on for drinking To see the la**es smile Laughing all the while At my curious style 'Twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I was hired Wages I required 'Til 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, fol lol de ra Now in Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived A view of that fine city Decide to take a stroll All among the quality Bundle it was stole And in a neat locality; Something crossed my mind When I looked behind; No bundle could I find Upon my stick a wobblin' Enquirin' for the rogue Said me Connacht 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 ways to Dublin Whack, fol lol de ra And from there I got away My spirit was never failin' Landed on the quay Just as the ship was sailin'; 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 funny rigs Danced some hearty jigs The water round me bubblin' Off to Holyhead I wished meself was dead 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 lol de ra 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 losin' Poor old Erin's isle They began abusin' "Hurrah me soul," says I My shillelagh fly; Some Galway boys were by Saw I was a hobblin' Then with a loud hurray They joined in the affray Soon 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 lol de ra One, two, three, four five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin Whack, fol lol de ra (2x)