Rocky Road To Dublin Songtext / Lyric

In the merry month of June

From my home I started

Left the girls of Tuam

Nearly brokenhearted

Saluted me father dear

Kissed me 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 goblin

Brand-new pair of brogues

Rattling o'er the bogs

Frightening all the dogs

On the rocky road to Dublin.



One, two, three, four, five






In Mullingar last night,

I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight

Next morning bright and early

Took a drop of the pure

To keep me heart from sinking

That's the Paddy's cure

When he's on the drinking

See the lassies smile

Laughing all the while

At me darling style

Would set your heart a-bubblin'

Asked me was I 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 way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!



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 that neat locality

Something crossed my mind

When I looked behind

No bundle could I find

Upon me stick a-wobblin'

Crying for a rogue

Said me 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-la-de-da!



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

Played some funny rigs

Danced some hearty jigs

The water 'round me bubblin'

Off to hollyhead

Wished myself 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 way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!



The boys in Liverpool

When we safely landed

Called myself a fool

I could no longer stand it

Blood began to boil

Temper I was losing

Poor old Erin's Isle

They began abusing

Hooray me soul, says I

Let the shellaillagh fly

Some Galway boys were nigh

Saw I was a-hobblin'

With a loud array

They joined me in the fray

And soon we cleared the way

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-la-de-da!



One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!