| Well in the merry month of May, I from my home I started,
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| Left the girls in Tuam a-nearly broken-hearted.
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| Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
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| Drank a pint of beer, my tears and grief to smother;
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| Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born.
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| Cut a stout black-thorn to banish ghost and goblin;
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| Brand new pair of brogues, Rattling o’er the
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| Frightening 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
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| Down the rocky road
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| And all the way to Dublin, whack-for-al-de-ay!
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| In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
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| Started by daylight, next morning bright and early;
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| Took a drop of the pure, keep the hearts from sinking,
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| That’s the Paddy’s cure, whenever he’s on drinking.
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| See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
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| At me daring style, 'twould set heart a-hubbling.
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| Asked me I was hired, wages I required.
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| Until I almost tired on the rocky road to Dublin.
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| In Dublin next arrived, I thought it was a pity
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| To be so soon deprived of a view of that fine city;'
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| Decided to take a stroll, all among the quality,
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| Bundle it was stolen in that neat locality,
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| Something crossed my mind, when I look behind.
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| No bundle could I find upon my stick a-wobbling.
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| Inquiring for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue.
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| Wasn’t much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
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| From there I got away, my spirits never failing,
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| Landed on the stage, just as the ship was sailing.
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| Captain at me roared, said that no room had he.
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| Then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
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| Down among the pigs I played such hearty rigs,
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| Danced some hearty jigs, with water round me bubbling.
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| Off to Holyhead, I wished meself was dead,
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| Or b etter far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.
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| The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed
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| Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it;
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| My blood began to boil, my temper I was losing.
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| And poor old Erin’s Isle, they all began abusing.
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| Hurrah! |
| my boys, says I, let shillelagh fly.
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| Galway boys were nigh, they see I was a hobble in;
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| Then with a loud hooray joined the a-fray.
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| Soon we cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin. |