Belfast Food CroMusic at cromusic.crolinks.com [V] In the merry month of June from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam so sad and 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, leave where I was born Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs And fright'ning 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 way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight Next morning blithe and early, Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking. See the lassies smile, laughing All the while At me curious style, 't would set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required, I was almost 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 way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll, all among the quality Me 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 Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue 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 way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah From there I got away, me spirits never falling Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling When off Holyhead wished meself was dead Or better for 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 way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah Well the buoys of Liverpool, when we safely landed Called meself a 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 Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray We quitely 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 way to Dublin, Whack fol all the Ra