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One, two, three four, five,
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
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all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
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Twas in the merry month of May, from me home I started,
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Left the girls in Tuam, nearly broken hearted,
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Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
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Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
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Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
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Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblin;
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Bought a pair of brogues, rattling o¡¯er the bogs
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And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
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One, two, three four, five,
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
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all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
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In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
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Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
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Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking;
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Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
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See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
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At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
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Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
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I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
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One, two, three four, five,
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
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all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
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In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
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To be 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, all 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,
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
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all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
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From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
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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, played some hearty rigs,
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Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
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When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
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Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
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One, two, three four, five,
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
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all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
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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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Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
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Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
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"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
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Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in,
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With a load "Hurray!" joined in the affray.
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We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
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[Chorus:]
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One, two, three four, five,
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
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all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
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[Chorus:]
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One, two, three four, five,
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Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
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all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
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The Rocky Road To Dublin
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Celtic Thunder |