While in the merry month of June, from my home I started  
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted  
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother  
Then 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 ghost and goblin  
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs  
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin  
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One, two, three, four, five 
Hunt the hare and turn her 
Down the rocky road 
And all the way to Dublin 
Whack for all dee ah!

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary  
Started by daylight, next morning bright and early  
Took a drop o' the pure, to keep me heart from sinkin'  
That's the Paddy's cure whenever 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, the wages I required  
'Til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin  

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In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity  
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city  
Decided to take a stroll, all among the quality  
Me bundle it was stolen in that fine 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  

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From there I got away, me spirits never failin'  
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin'  
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he  
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy  
Down amongst the pigs, I skipped some funny rigs  
Played some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin'  
When off Holyhead, I wished meself were dead  
Or better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin  

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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 losin'  
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'  
"Hurrah, me soul," says I, shillelagh I let fly  
Some Galway boys were by, they 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  

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