In the merry month of June
From my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
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

One, two, three, four, five

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 Paddy'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
One, two, three, four, five
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

One, two, three, four, five
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 Paddy
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
One, two, three, four, five
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

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!