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In the merry month of May from my home I started,
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Left the girls of Tuam-nearly broken-hearted,
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Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother,
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Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother,
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Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born,
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I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin,
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In a brand-new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs,
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And frightened 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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and all the ways to Dublin, 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 my heart from sinking,
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That's an Paddy'd cure, whene'er he's on for drinking,
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To 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 ax'd if I was hired, the wages I required,
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Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
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One, two, three, four five
Dm
hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road
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and all the ways to Dublin, 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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Then I took a stroll out among the quality,
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My bundle it was stole in a neat locality;
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Something crossed me mind, then 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
Dm
hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road
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and all the ways to Dublin, 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 as the ship was sailing,
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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 funny rigs,
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Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin',
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When off to Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
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Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.
(A) (C) (Dm)
One, two, three, four five
Dm
hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road
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and all the ways to Dublin, 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 my soul!" says I, let my shillelagh fly,
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Some Galway boys came by, saw I was a hobblein',
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Then with a loud Hurray, they joined in the affray,
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We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.
(A) (C) (Dm)
One, two, three, four five
Dm
hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road
C Am C Dm
and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra.