
Lyrics: In the merry month of June, From me' home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, So sad and 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, Leave where I was born, Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, Bought a pair of brogues, Rattled o'er the bogs, 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. While in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by me' lake, Me' spirit is bright and cheery Took a drop of the pure, To keep me' heart from sinkin', That's the Paddy's cure, When ever he's on for drinking. To see the lassies smile, Laughing all the while, At me' curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'. Asked if I was hired, 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. [Interlude] Well, in Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity, To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city. So then I took a stroll, Down among the quality, Bundle it was stole, And in a neat locality; Something crossed me' mind, Then 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 <b>...</b>
The
Irish
Descendants
Rocky
Road
to
Dublin
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