The Rolling Stones
The Rocky Road to Dublin
In the merry month of May from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam sad and broken hearted
Saluted father dear, then kissed me darlin' mother
Then drank a pint of beer me tears and grief to smother
Off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
I 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 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-roll!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
When I took a stroll all among the quality
My bundle it was stole from that neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquirin' 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-roll!
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Me blood began to boil, for all I was a losin'
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin'
"Hurrah, me Soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys came by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "Hurray" they joined in the affray
And quickly cleared the way for 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-roll!