Lyrics Rocky Road To Dublin - The High Kings

In the merry month of June from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' 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 blackthorn to banish ghost and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin
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In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, me spirit's bright and airy
Took a drop of the pure, keep my heart from sinkin'
That's the Paddy's cure, whenever he's on for drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughin' all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart-a-bubbling
And asked if I was hired, wages I required
Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin

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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city
Well then they took a stroll all among the quality
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'
Enquirin' for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-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
Down among the pigs, made some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
When off Holyhead, wished myself was dead
Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

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 ould Erin's isle they began abusin'
"Hurrah me soul" said I, my shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were nigh, and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud hurray, joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
All the ways to Dublin
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra
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