Well, in the merry month of May now 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 and leave where I was born Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins A brand new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs And frighten 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 dah In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning light and early Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from shrinkin' Thats the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinkin' To hear the lassies smile, laughin' all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' They asked me was I hired and wages I required Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin Chorus 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, all among the quality Bundle it was stole, well in a neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Enquiring after the rogue, said me Connacht brogue It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin Chorus 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 When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs I played 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 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, me shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' With a low "hurray!" they joined in the affray Quickly clear the way for the rocky road to Dublin Chorus
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Aon tí ró tí ró, haon tí ró tí reacaire, Haon tí rí tí ró, is cuir ar a thóin a' bhairille Chuirfinn dhá thóin, dhá thóin, Chuirfinn dhá thóin ar a bhairille, Chuirfinn dhá thóin, dhá thóin, Dhá ghloine ar a' mbord 's dhá chnagaire Cúrfá: A dhuine bí ciúin go fóill Éist le glór an tseanfhocail, Seachain na mná 's an t-ól, Is seachain go deo na bearta seo. Chuirfinn trí thóin, trí thóin, Chuirfinn trí thóin ar trí bhairille, Chuirfinn trí thóin, trí thóin, Trí ghloine ar a' mbord 's trí chnagaire Cúrfá Chuirfinn ceithre thóin, ceithre thóin, Chuirfinn ceithre thóin ar ceithre bhairille, Chuirfinn ceithre thóin, ceithre thóin, Ceithre ghloine ar a' mbord 's ceithre chnagaire Cúrfá Chuirfinn cúig tóin, cúig tóin, Chuirfinn cúig tóin ar chúig bhairille, Chuirfinn cúig tóin, cúig tóin, Cúig gloine ar a' mbord 's cúig cnagaire Cúrfá