Rocky Road to Dublin/Kid on The Mountain

Well in the merry month of june

From my home I started, left the girls of tuam

Nearly broken hearted, saluted father dear

Kissed me darlin' mother, drank a pint of beer

My 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

Rattling 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

Now in mullingar that night

I rested limbs so weary, started by daylight

Next mornin' bright and early, took a drop of the pure

To keep me heart from sinkin', now 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'. Asked me was I was 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 ways to dublin, whack, fol lol de ra

When in dublin next arrived

I thought it such a pity, to be so soon deprived

The view of that fine city. Decided to take a stroll

All among the quality, bundle it was stolen

In the neat locality; something crossed my mind

When I looked behind; no bundle could I find

Upon my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue

Said me connacht 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

And from there I got away

My spirit was never failin', landed on the quay

Just as the ship was sailin'; 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 holyhead

I wished meself was dead, 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 meself a fool

I could no longer stand it; blood began to boil

Temper I was losin', poor old erin's isl

They began abusin', "hurrah me soul," says I

My shillelagh fly; some galway boys came by

They saw I was a hobblin', with a loud hurray

They joined in the affray?soon we 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