[Verse 1]
In the merry month o' June, from me home I started
Kissed the girls of Tuam, left them broken hearted
Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me tears and grief to smother
Then off the reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
Brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' all the bogs
Fightin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all thе way to Dublin, whack fol-lai-de-rye!

[Verse 2]
In Mullingar next night, rеsted, limbs so weary
Started by daylight, that morning light and airy
Took a drop of the pure, to stop me heart from sinking
That's [?] cure when he's off to drinking!
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style to send your heat a-wobblin'
And asked if I was hired, wages I required
'Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack fol-lai-de-rye!
[Verse 3]
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived, a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll, all among the quality
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'
I asked him for the rogue, in me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much a vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack fol-lai-de-rye!

[Tin Whistle Solo]

[Verse 4]
From there I got away, me spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailin'
The 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'
Then off Holyhead, wished that I was dead
Or better off instead on the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack fol-lai-de-rye!

[Verse 5]
The boys of Liverpool, when I safely landed
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood, it began to boil, temper I was losin'
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusing!
"Hurrah me soul!" says I, me shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were by, saw me was a hobble in
With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray
Quickly, did way on the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five
The hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack fol-lai-de-rye!