Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, in the merry month of June now from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam and 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 and leave where I was born Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins Bought a new pair of brogues, rattlin' over bogs Frightenin' 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 And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah [Verse 2] In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight, my spirits bright and cheery Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin' That's the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinkin' To see the lassies smile, laughin' all the while At me curious style, would set your heart a bubblin' They asked me was I hired and wages I required Till I was almost tired on the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus] One, two, three four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah [Verse 3] In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city Then I took a stroll, down among the quality Bundle it was stole, there 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 rogue, said me Connacht brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus] One, two, three four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah [Verse 4] From there I got away, me spirits never failing Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing Captain at me roared, said that no room had he Then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Was down among the pigs, laid some hearty rigs I danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubbling When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus] One, two, three four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah [Verse 5] The boys of Liverpool, well when we safely landed Called meself the 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, shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were by and 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] One, two, three four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah