Merry month of June,

And from my home I started,

Left the girls of Tuam,

Nearly broken hearted;

Saluted father dear,

Kissed my darlin' mother,

drank a pint of beer,

my grief and tears to smother.

Off to reap the corn,

leave where I was born,

Cut a stout blackthorn

to banish ghosts and goblins;

In a brand new pair of brogues,

I rattled o'er the bogs,

Frightened 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

all the way to Dublin,

One two three four five!

In Mulingar that night,

I rested limbs so weary,

Started by daylight,

Next morning, light and airy;

Took a drop of the pure,

to keep my heart from sinking,

That's a Paddy's cure,

Whenever he's for drinking.

See the lassies smile,

Laughing all the while,

At my daring style,

'Twould set your heart a-bubblin';

They asked if I was hired,

Wages I required,

'Til I was almost tired

of the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:

In Dublin next arrived,

and 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,

in that neat locality.

Something crossed my mind,

Then I looked behind,

no bundle I could find,

upon my stick a-wobblin';

Enquiring for the rogue,

They said my Connaught brogue

wasn't much in vogue,

on the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:

Then the following day,

Spirits never failing,

I landed on the quay,

Just as a ship was sailing;

Captain at me roared,

Said that no room had he,

When I jumped aboard,