Lyrics:

In the merry month of June, from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly brokenhearted
Saluted me father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblin
Brand-new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs
Frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five

In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning bright and early
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking
That's the Paddy's cure when he's on the drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me darling style would set your heart a-bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
'Til 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 way to Dublin
Whack-fol-la-de-da!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Decided to take a stroll all among the quality
Bundle, it was stole in that neat locality
Something crossed my mind when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Crying for a rogue, 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 and all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-la-de-da!

From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
Then I jumped aboard a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin'
Off to Hollyhead, 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 way to Dublin
Whack-fol-la-de-da!

The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing
Hooray me soul, says I, let the shellaillagh fly
Some Galway boys were nigh, saw I was a-hobblin'
With a loud array, they joined me in the fray
Soon we cleared the way 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-fol-la-de-da!
One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down
The rocky road and all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-la-de-da!