The Rocky Road to Dublin

In the merry month of may  from me home I started left the girls of
Tuam
Sad and broken hearted  salute me father dear
And kissed me darlin' mother  drank a pint of beer
Me tears and grief to smother  off to reap the corn
Leave where I was born  I cut a stoat black thorn to banish ghosts and
Goblins
In a pair of brand new of brogues  I rattled over the bogs  frightened
All the dogs
On the rocky road to Dublin  1 2 3 4 5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin  whacks fer al de da
In Dublin next arrived  and thought it such a pity to be so soon
Deprived
A view of that fair city  then I took a stroll
All amongst the quality  me bundle it was stole
In that neat locality  something crossed me mind  when I looked behind
No bundle I could find  upon me stick a wobblin  Enquiring after the
Rogue
Said me Connaught brogue  was not much in vogue
On the rocky road to Dublin  1 2 3 4 5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin  whacks fer al de da
The boys of Liverpool  when we safely landed  called meself a fool
I could no longer stand it  me blood began to boil
Me temper I was losing  for old Erin's isle
They began abusing  horah say I  me Shelelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were by  they saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud hurray  they joined in the afray
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
Nd all the way to Dublin  whacks fer al de da