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Intro

In the merry month of June from my home I started left the girls

of Taum 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 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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 daddy'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 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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

Daddy 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 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the

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

1,2,3,4,5

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the

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