Karaoké Rocky Road to Dublin The Dubliners

Well in the merry month of may from me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam nearly brokenhearted saluted father dear

Kissed me darling mother drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother then off

To reap the corn and leave where I was born

Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins

A brand new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs and frighten 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 lah deh dah

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary started by daylight next mornin' light and airy took a drop of the pure

To keep me heart from sinking that's the paddy's cure when there he's off for drinking to see the lassies smile

Laughing all the while at my curious style 'twould set your heart a bubblin' they asked me was I hired

The wages I required till I was almost tired over the rocky road to Dublin one two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky roads

And all the ways to Dublin whack fol lah deh dah

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city then I took the stroll

All among the quality bundle it was stolen in a neat locality something crossed me mind

And I looked behind no bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' enquirin' for the rogue

The said me Connaught brogue it 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 lah deh dah

From there I got away me spirits never failin' 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 did some hearty rigs

I played 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 one two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the ways to Dublin whack fol lah deh dah

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 losing poor Old

Erin's Isle they began abusing

Hooray my soul says

I my Shillelagh I let fly some

Galway boys were by and saw

I was a hobble in with a loud hurray they joined in the affray

Quickly 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 ways to Dublin whack fol lah deh dah