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In the merry month of May, From my home, I started
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Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted
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Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother
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Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother
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Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born
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I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin
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In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs
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And frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
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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 ways to Dublin
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[Verse 2]
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In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
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Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy
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Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin'
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That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking
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To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while
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At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'
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They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required
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Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
Am G Am
One, two, three, four five
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Hunt the hare and turn her
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Down the rocky road
G
And all the ways to Dublin
Am G Am
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[Verse 3]
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In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
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To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city
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Then I took a stroll, All among the quality
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My bundle it was stolen, In a neat locality;
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Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
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No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a-wobblin'
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Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue
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Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
Am G Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
G
And all the ways to Dublin
Am G Am
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[Verse 4]
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From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
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Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
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Captain at me roared, Said that no room had him
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When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy
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Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs
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Danced some hearty jigs, The water 'round me bubblin'
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When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead
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Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
Am G Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
G
And all the ways to Dublin
Am G Am
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[Verse 5]
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The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed
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Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
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Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin'
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Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin'
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"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
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Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in
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Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray
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We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin
[Chorus]
Am G Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her
Am
Down the rocky road
G
And all the ways to Dublin
Am G Am
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