in the merry month of june well from me home i started left the girls of tuam all dearly broken hearted saluted father dear i kissed me darlin mother drank a pint of beer grief and tears to smother then off to reap the corn for i was born with a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins a brand new pair of brogues rattlin o er 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 and all the ways to dublin whack fo lo lee ra in mullingar that night i rested limbs so weary started by daylight me spirits blithe and airy took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinkin that s the paddy s cure when he s up for drinking i see the lasses smile laughing all the while at my curious set would set your heart a bubblin asked if i was hired wages i required til 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 and all the ways to dublin whack fo lo lee ra dublin next i rived 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 and in the neat locality something crossed my mind i looked behind no bundle could i find upon my stick a wobblin quirin for the rogue said my connacht brogues 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 fo lo lee ra from there i got away me spirits never failin landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin the captain at me roared said that no room had he when i jumped aboard a cabin found for paddy was down among the pigs played some funny rigs i danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubblin when off holyhead i 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 and all the ways to dublin whack fo lo lee ra the boys of liverpool oh when we safely landed they called meself a fool i could no longer stand it blood began to boil me temper i was losin poor old erin s isle what they began abusin hoorah me soul says i glee i let fly the galway boys were nigh and saw he was a hobblin with a loud hooray they joined me in the effray 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 ways to dublin whack fo lo lee ra