In the merry month of June from my home I started

Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted

Saluted Father dear, kissed my darling motherDrank 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 goblins

A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin′ o'er the bogs

Frightenin′ all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight my spirits bright and airy

Took a drop of the pure, keep my heart from sinking

That's the Paddy's cure whenever he′s on for drinking

To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while

At me curious style, ′twould set your heart a bubblin'

An′ asked if I was hired, wages I required

'Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

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

Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality,

Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality

Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobblin′

Enquiring for the rogue, said my Connaught brogue

Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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

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 funny rigs

Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling

When off Holyhead wished meself was dead

Or better far instead

On the rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

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 hobble in

With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray

We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

All the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

Whack-fol-la-de-da!

Whack-fol-la-de-da!