rocky road to dublin lyrics

rocky road to dublin lyrics – The High Kings

In the merry month of June from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted

Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother

Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins

A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin’ o’er the bogs
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 way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight me spirits bright and airy
Took a drop of the pure

Keep me heart from sinking
That’s the Paddy’s cure whenever he’s on drinking

To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, ‘twould set your heart a bubblin’

An’ 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 way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

To be soon deprived a view of that fine city
Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality

Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin’
Enquiring for the 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 lol le rah!

From there I got away, me spirits never falling
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing

The 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 bubbling

When off Holyhead wished meself 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 lol le rah!

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 losing
Poor old Erin’s isle they began abusing

“Hurrah me soul!” says I, me shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in

With a loud “Hurray!” joined in the affray
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 way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!

Whack fol lol le rah!
Whack fol lol le rah!

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