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[Verse 1]

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In the merry month of May, From my home, I started Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother

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Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born I 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 [Chorus]

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One, two, three, four five Hunt the hare and turn her

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Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin Whack-fol-lol-de-ra [Verse 2]

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In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin' That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking

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To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'
They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus]

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One, two, three, four five Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road

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And all the ways to Dublin Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
[Verse 3]

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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
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality My bundle it was stolen, In a neat locality;

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Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind; No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a-wobblin'
Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin [Chorus]
OnAme, two, thrGee, four fiAmve AmHunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the waGys to Dublin WhAmack-fol-loGl-de-rAma
[Verse 4]
FrAmom there I got away, My spirits never failin' Landed on the quay AGs the ship was sailin'; CapAmtain at Gme roAmared, Said that no room had him When I jumped aboard, A Gcabin found for Paddy DAmown among the pGigs, I Amplayed some funny riGgs DaAmnced some hearty jGigs, The water 'round me bubblin' WAmhen off HolyGhead, I wAmished myself was Gdead OAmr better far Ginstead, On the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
AmOne, two, tGhree, four fAmive AmHunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And Gall the ways to Dublin WAmhack-fol-lGol-de-Amra
[Verse 5]
AmThe boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed Called myself a fool; GI could no longer stand it; AmBlood bGegan to Amboil, Temper I was losin' Poor ould Erin's isle GThey began abusin' "AmHurrah my soul," sez GI, MAmy shillelagh I let fGly; AmSome Galway boys were Gby, Saw I was a hobble in TAmhen with a loud hGurray, TAmhey joined in the afGfray WAme quickly cleared the wGay, For the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
AmOne, two, tGhree, four fAmive AmHunt the hare and turn her AmDown the rocky road AGnd all the ways to Dublin AmWhack-fol-lGol-de-Amra AmWhack-fol-lGol-de-Amra AmWhack-fol-lGol-de-Amra