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   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      One, two, three, four five   Hunt the hare and turn her   Down the rocky road   And all the ways to Dublin   Whack-fol-lol-de-ra      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   To see the lasses smile   Laughing all the while   At my curious style    'Twould set your heart a-bubbling   They ax'd if I was hired   The wages I required   Till 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 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   Then I took a stroll   All among the quality   My bundle it was stole   In a neat locality   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      One, two, three, four five   Hunt the hare and turn her   Down the rocky road   And all the ways to Dublin   Whack-fol-lol-de-ra      From there I got away   My spirits never failin'   Landed on the quay   As the ship was sailing   Captain at me roared   Said that no room had he   When I jumped aboard   A cabin found for Paddy   Down among the pigs    I played some funny rigs   Danced some hearty jigs   The water round me bubblin',   When off Holyhead   I wished myself was dead   Or better far 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 ways to Dublin   Whack-fol-lol-de-ra      The boys of Liverpool   When we safely landed   Called myself a fool   I could no longer stand it   Blood began to boil   Temper I was losing   Poor ould Erin's isle   They began abusin'   "Hurrah my soul," sez I   My shillelagh I let fly   Some Galway boys were by   Saw I was a hobble in   Then with a loud hurray   They joined in the affray   We quickly 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 ways to Dublin   Whack-fol-lol-de-ra