The Rocky Road To Dublin - The Ramparts

In the merry month of June from me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam nearly 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

I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins

In a new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs

Frightening all the dogs on 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 fol lol de ra!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

Started by daylight next mornin' light and airy

Took a drop of the pure

To keep me heart from sinking

That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking

To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while

At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'

They asked if I was hired, wages I required

'Till 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

And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol de ra!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity

To be soon deprived a view of that fine city

'Twas then I took a stroll, all among the quality

Bundle it was stole, in a neat locality

Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind

No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'

Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connacht 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

And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol de ra!

From there I got away, me spirits never failin'

Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailin'

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, I wished myself was dead

Or better far instead

On 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 fol lol de ra!

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 by and saw I was a hobble in

With a loud "Hurray!" they joined in the affray

We quickly 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 fol lol de ra!

Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol de ra!

Whack fol lol de ra! Whack fol lol de ra!

      This is so beautiful - I hope your culture never fades- It's beautiful to see this!