While in the merry
month of May, from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
so sad and broken hearted
Saluted father dear,
kissed me darling 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 black thorn
to banish ghosts and goblins
Bought a pair of
brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the
dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four,
five,
Hunt the Hare and turn
her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin,
whack follol de rah.
In Mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight
next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of pure to
keep me heart from sinking
That's a Paddy's cure
whenever he's on drinking
See the lassies smile,
laughing all the while
At me curious style,
'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired,
wages I required
I was almost tired of
the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four,
five
Hunt the Hare and turn
her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin,
whack follol de rah.
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
Me 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'
Inquiring for the
rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on
the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four,
five
Hunt the Hare and turn
her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin,
whack follol de rah.
From there I got away,
me spirits never falling
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 hearty rigs
Danced some hearty
jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead, I
wished meself was dead
Or better for instead
on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four,
five
Hunt the Hare and turn
her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin,
whack follol de rah.
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 losing
Poor old Erin's Isle
they began abusing.
"Hurrah me
soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were
nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a load
"Hurray" joined in the affray
We quietly cleared the
way for the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four,
five
Hunt the Hare and turn
her down the rocky road
And all the way to
Dublin, whack follol de rah.
Rocky Road to Dublin is a 19th-century Irish song about a man's experiences as he travels to Liverpool in England from his home in Tuam in Ireland. It describes the adventures and troubles that the protagonist encounters on his travels.
At the beginning of the song, the protagonist states that he is "off to reap the corn" meaning he is off to seek his fortune. He begins his journey by bidding farewell to his family and friends and preparing supplies. He leaves his hometown of Tuam, County Galway on foot, and heads east, resting in Mullingar, County Westmeath where he charms the local women with his "curious style" and swagger.
He next arrives in the capital, Dublin, and decides to tour the city, but is robbed of his meagre possessions. He attempts to locate the thief, but is mocked. He hops a ship in the harbour headed for England, and is placed in the hold with the pigs, where he experiences severe sea sickness off the coast of Holyhead, Wales.
He arrives in the English city of Liverpool where he is mocked by the locals because of his nationality. Losing his temper, he engages them in a fight using his blackthorn shillelagh, but is outnumbered until a group of Irishmen from Galway come to his rescue.
Notes from, Wikipedia
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