Rocky Road To Dublin - Waxies Dargle

In the merry month of june

From me home I started

Left the girls of tuam

Nearly broken hearted

Saluted father dear

Kissed me darlin' mother

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 blackthorn

To banish ghost and goblin

A brand new pair of

Brogues rattlin o'er the bogs

And frightenin' all the

Dogs on the rocky road to dublin

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road another way to dublin

Whack fol laddie ah

In mullingar that night

I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight

Next mornin' blithe and early

Took a drop of the pure

To keep me heart from sinkin'

That's the paddy's cure whenever

He's on for drinkin'

See the ladies

Smile laughin' all the while

At me curious style

Would set your heart a bubblin'

Asked me was I hired wages I required

Till I was nearly tired

On the rocky road to dublin

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road another way to dublin

Whack fol laddie ah

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 amoung the quality

My 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 wobblin'

Enquirein'

For the rogue they said me connacht brogue

Wasn't much in vogue on the rock road to dublin

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road another way to dublin

Whack fol laddie ah

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 amoung the pigs played some funny rigs

Danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubblin'

When off holyhead wished meself was dead

Or better far instead on the rock road to dublin

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road another way to dublin

Whack fol laddie ah

Well 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 losin'

Poor old erin's isle they began abusin'

Hurrah me soul says I my shillelagh I let fly

Some galway boys were

Nigh and saw I was a hobbelin'

With a loud hurray joined in the affray

We quickly cleared the way

On the rocky road to dublin

One two three four five

Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road another way to dublin

Whack fol laddie ah