Traditional - Rocky Road to Dublin lyrics

While in the merry month of June, from my home I started Left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken-hearted Saluted Father dear, kissed my 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 A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs And frighten all the dogs, on the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus] 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-rah! In Mullingar that night I rested, limbs so weary Started by daylight next mornin', blithe and airy Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinkin' 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' They ax'd me was I hired, the wages I required Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus] 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-rah! 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 stole, in a neat locality Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobblin' Enquirin' after the rogue, they said my Connacht brogue Wasn't much in vogue, on the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus] 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-rah! From there I got away, my spirits never failin' Landed on the quay 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; I did some heary rigs Danced some hearty jigs—the water round me bubblin' When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead Or better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus] 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-rah! The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed Called myself a fool. I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil, temper I was losin' Poor ould Erin's isle they began abusin' “Hurrah my soul!” says I, my shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' With a loud hurray, they joined into the affray We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus] 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-rah!