In the merry month of May
From me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
Sad and broken heartedSalute me father dear
And kissed me darlin' mother
Then drank a pint of beer
Me tears and grief to smotherOff to reap the corn
Leave where I was born
I cut a stoat black thorn
To banish ghosts and GoblinsIn a pair of brand new of brogues
Rattled over the bogs
I frightened all the dogs
On the rocky road to Dublin1 2 3 4 5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de daIn Dublin next arrived
And thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived
A view of that fair cityThen I took a stroll
All amongst the quality
Me bundle it was stole
In that neat localitySomething crossed me mind
When I looked behind
No bundle I could find
Upon me stick a wobblin'Enquiring after the rogue
Said me "Connaught Brogue
Was not much in vogue
On the rocky road to Dublin"1 2 3 4 5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de daThe boys of Liverpool
When we safely landed
Called myself a fool
I could no longer stand itMe blood began to boil
Me temper I was losing
For old Erin's isle
They began abusingHorah say I
Me shelelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by
They saw I was a hobblin'With a loud "Hurray"
They joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way
For the rocky road to Dublin1 2 3 4 5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
Nd all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da