The Rock Road To Dublin

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

Twas in the merry month of May, from me home I started

Left the girls in Tuam, nearly broken hearted

Saluted father dear, kissed me darling 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 black thorn to banish ghosts and goblin

Bought a pair of brogues, rattling o’re the bogs

And fright’ning 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 way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight next morning blithe and early

Took a drop of pure to keep me hart from sinking

That’s a Paddy’s cure whenever he’s on drinking

See the lassies smile, laughing all the while

At me curious style, ‘twould set your heart a bubblin’

Asked me was I hired, wages I required

I was almost tired of the rocky toad to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

To be soon deprived a view of that fine city

So then I took a stroll, all among the quality

Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality

Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin’

Enquiring for the rouge, they 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 follol de rah!

From there I got away, me spirits never failing

Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing

The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he

When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy

Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs

Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling

When off Holyhead I wished meself dead

Or better for 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 follol de rah!

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed

Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it

The blood began to boil, temper I was losing

Poor old Erin’s Isle they began abusing

“Hurrah me soul” say I, me Shillelagh I let fly

Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble In

With a loud “Hurray!” 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 way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!