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In the merry month of May from me home I started
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Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted
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Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother
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Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother
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Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
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Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
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A brand new pair of brogues rattlin' o'er the bogs
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Frightenin' 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, Down the rocky road
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All the way to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-le-rah
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In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
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Started by daylight me spirits bright and airy
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Took a drop of the pure, keep me heart from sinkin'
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That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'
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To see the lassies smile, laughin' all the while
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At me curious style 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'
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Asked if I was hired, wages I required
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'Til I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin
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One, two, three, four five
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Hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road
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All the way to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-le-rah
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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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Well, then I took a stroll all among the quality
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Bundle, it was stole all in the neat locality
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Somethin' crossed me mind when I looked behind
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No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
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Enquirin' for the rogue, said me Connacht brogue
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Wasn't much in vogue 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, Down the rocky road
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All the way to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-le-rah
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From there I got away, me spirits never failin'
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Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin'
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The captain at me roared, said that no room had he
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When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
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Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs
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Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin'
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When off Holyhead, wished meself was dead,
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Or better far instead 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, Down the rocky road
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All the way to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-le-rah
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The boys of Liverpool when we safely landed
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Called meself 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 old Erin's isle they began abusin'
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"Hurrah me soul," says I, my shillelagh I let fly
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Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a-hobblin'
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With a loud hurray, joined in the affray
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We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin
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One, two, three, four five
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Hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road
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All the way to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-le-rah
