In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Dearly 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, Leave where I was born,
With a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblins,
Brand new pair of brogues, Rattlin' o'er the bogs,
And frightenin' 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.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, My spirits blithe and cheery,
Took a drop of the pure, Keep my heart from sinkin',
That's the Paddy's cure, Whenever he's up for drinking.
I see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At your curious style, Would set your heart a-bubblin'.
Asked if I was hired, wages I required,
Till I was nearly 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.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Now then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
Bundle it was stole, All in the neat locality.
Something crossed my mind, When I looked behind,
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
'quirin' for the rogue, Said my Connacht brogues,
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.
From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay, Just as the ship was sailin'.
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I got aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, Played some hearty rigs,
Danced some funny jigs, The water round me bubblin'.
When off Holyhead, wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.