the pogues
the rocky road to dublin [#]
'Twas in the merry month of June from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly 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 the stout black thorn to be on the shores to Dublin Brand new pair of brogues rattlin' o'er the bogs Fightin' 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 tired and weary Left the room next morning feeling bright and airy Had a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking That's a Paddy's cure whene'er he's on the drinking See the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required Till I was sick and 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 such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city When I took a stroll all among the quality Me bundle it was stole in the neat locality Something crossed me mind when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Asking for the rogue, they called 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 failing Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing. The Captain at me roared that no more 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 bubblin' When off Holyhead wished that I 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  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 losing Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin' With a loud "hurray!" joined in the affray Quietly 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 follol de rah