In the merry month of June from me home I started
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Left the girls of Tuam a-really broken-hearted
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Saluted Father dear, kissed me darlin' Mother
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Drank a pint of beer, me grief and fears to smother
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Then off to reave the corn, leave where I was born
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With a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins,
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A bran'new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs
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And frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
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One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him
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Down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin
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Whack fol-lol-de-ra
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In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
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Started by daylight next morning light and airy
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Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking
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That's the paddy's cure, whene'er he's on for drinking
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See the lasses smile, laughing all the while
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At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling
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They'd ask me was I hired, the wages I required
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Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin
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One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him
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Down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin
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Whack fol-lol-de-ra
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In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
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To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
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So then I took a stroll all among the quality
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Me bundle it was stole in a neat locality
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Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
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No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
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Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
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Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
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One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him
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Down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin
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Whack fol-lol-de-ra
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From there I got away me spirits never failing
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Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing
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The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
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When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
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Down among the pigs, I played some bonny rigs
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Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
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When off t'Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
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Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin
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One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him
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Down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin
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Whack fol-lol-de-ra
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The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
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Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
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Me blood began to boil, temper I was losin'
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Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'
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"Hurrah me soul!" sez I, shillelagh I let fly
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Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin'
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With a loud "Hurrah," joinin' in the fray
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We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
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One two three four five, hunt the hare and turn him
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Down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin
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Whack fol-lol-de-ra
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The Rocky Road To Dublin
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