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Merry month of june,
And from my home i started,
Left the girls of tuam,
Nearly broken hearted;
Saluted father dear,
Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer,
My grief and tears to smother.
Off to reap the corn,
Leave where i was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn
To banish ghosts and goblins;
In a brand new pair of brogues,
I rattled o'er the bogs,
Frightened all the dogs
On the rocky road to dublin.
Chorus: one two three four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
All the way to dublin,
One two three four five!
In mulingar that night,
I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight,
Next morning, light and airy;
Took a drop of the pure,
To keep my heart from sinking,
That's a paddy's cure,
Whenever he's for drinking.
See the lassies smile,
Laughing all the while,
At my daring style,
'twould set your heart a-bubblin';
They asked if i was hired,
Wages i required,
'til i was almost tired
Of the rocky road to dublin.
Chorus:
In dublin next arrived,
And thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived,
A view of that fine city;
When i took a stroll,
All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole,
In that neat locality.
Something crossed my mind,
Then i looked behind,
No bundle i could find,
Upon my stick a-wobblin';
Enquiring for the rogue,
They said my connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue,
On the rocky road to dublin.
Chorus:
Then the following day,
Spirits never failing,
I landed on the quay,
Just as a ship was sailing;
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 merry rigs,
I danced some hearty jigs,
The water 'round me bubblin';
When off holyhead,
I wished meself was dead,
Or better far instead,
On the rocky road to dublin.
Chorus:
The boys of liverpool,
When we safely landed,
Called meself a fool,
I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil,
Me temper it was risin',
For old erin's isle,
They began abusing.
"hurrah, me soul!" said i,
Me shillelagh i let fly,
Some galway boys were by,
They 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.
Chorus:

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