Damien Dempsey - The Rocky Road To Dublin lyrics

rate me

Was in the merry month of May from me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted

Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother

I drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother

Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born

Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins

Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs

And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight next morning blithe and early

Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking

That’s a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking

See the lassies smile, laughing all the while

At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubbling

Asked me was I hired, wages I required

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

All the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

To be soon deprived a view of that fine city

So then I took a stroll, all among the quality

Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality

Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobbling

Enquiring for the rogue, they said 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

All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah

From there I got away, me spirits never falling

Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing

The Captain at me roared, said that no 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 bubbling

When off Holyhead I wished meself 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

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, Shillelagh I let fly

Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in

With a load "hurray!" joined in the affray

We 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