Rocky road to Dublin.

Lyrics

In the merry month of June from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam so sad 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, leave where I was born
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
Bought a pair of brogues, rattling o’er the bogs
And frightening 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 foll-ol de dah

In Mullingar that night, rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, next morning bright and early
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking
That’s a Irish cure when I’m on for drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, ‘twould set your heart a bubblin’
Asked if I was hired, wages I required
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 way to Dublin
Whack foll-ol de dah

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be 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 rogue, 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 foll-ol de dah

From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay 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, wished meself was dead
Or better still 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 foll-ol de dah

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 losing
Poor old Erin’s Isle, they began abusing
‘Hurrah me soul’ says I, shillelagh I’ll apply
Some Galway boys came by, saw I was a hobble in,
With a load ‘hurray’, joined in the affray
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 foll-ol de dah

Dublin 1

Songs of Dublin


Notes

Clip – Tom Donovan



County

Dublin

Song Themes

Travelling

Songwriter