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Well in the merry month of May from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted father dear kissed me darlin' mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin In a brand new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs And 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 And all the ways to Dublin whack-fol-lol-de-ra 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 my heart from sinkin' That's the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinking To see the lasses smile laughing all the while At my curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin' They ax'd if I was hired, the wages I required Till 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 ways to Dublin whack-fol-lol-de-ra 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 My bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind No bundle could I find, upon my stick a wobblin' Enquirin' for the rogue, they said my 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 ways to Dublin whack-fol-lol-de-ra From there I got away my spirits never failin' Landed on the quay as the ship was sailin' Captain at me roared, said that no room had he When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs Danced 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-lol-de-ra 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 losin' Poor ould Erin's isle, they began abusin' "Hurrah my soul, " sez I, my shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in Then 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 And all the ways to Dublin whack-fol-lol-de-ra
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