BS 37 Rocky Road To Dublin 
                              Traditional 19th Century

In the merry month of June, from me home I started 
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted 
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother 
Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother 
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, 
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 

Chorus
One, two, three, four, five 
Hunt the hare and turn her 
Down the rocky road, 
Another way to Dublin 
Whack fol-laddie-ah! 

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary 
Started by daylight next mornin' blithe and early 
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin' 
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin' 
See the ladies smile, laughin' all the while, 
At me curious style, would set your heart a bubblin' 
Asked me was I hired, wages I required, 
‘Til I was nearly tired on the rocky road to Dublin 

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity 
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city 
So then I took a stroll all among the quality 
My bundle it was stole all in a 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 

From there I got away, me spirits never failing 
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing 
The captain at me roared, said that no room had he 
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy: 
Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs, 
Danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubblin' 
When off Holyhead, wished meself was dead, 
Or better far instead on the rock road to Dublin 

Well, the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, 
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, 
Blood began to boil, temper I was losin' 
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin' 
"Hurrah, me Soul!" says I, my shillelagh I let fly 
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin' 
With a loud "Hurray" joined in the affray 
We quickly cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin!

Performer(s) Thorvald Grimsson