Lyrics

In the merry month of June, from me home I started
Left the girls of 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 blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin, whack fol lol de rah!

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, me spirits bright and airy
Took a drop of the pure, to keep me heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking

To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
An' asked if I was hired, wages I required
Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin, whack fol lol de rah!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality

Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquiring af't 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
All the way to Dublin, whack fol lol 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 funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubbling
When off to Holyhead wished meself 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
All the way to Dublin, whack fol lol de rah!

The boys of Liverpool when we safely landed
Called m'self a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing

"Hurrah me soul!" says I, me shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray
And 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
All the way to Dublin, whack fol lol de rah!

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin, whack fol lol de rah!
Whack fol lol le rah, whack fol lol de rah!