The Rocky Road to Dublin

Whack fol lol-le-rah!

In the merry month of May, from me home I started

Left the girls of Glensade sad and broken-hearted

Saluted father dear, and kissed me darlin' mother

Then drank a pint of beer, me tears and grief to smother

Off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born

I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins

And a pair of brand-new brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs

I frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road

Another way to Dublin, whack fol lol-le-rah!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city

Then I took a stroll, all among the quality

Me bundle it was stole, and in a neat locality

Somethin' crossed me mind, when I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'

"Enquirin' for the rogue," said me Connacht 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

Another 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

Me blood began to boil, me temper I was losin'

Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin'

"Hurrah me soul!" Says I, me shillelagh I let fly

Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a-hobblin'

With a loud "Hurray" they 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

Another way to Dublin, whack fol lol-le-rah!

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