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Rocky road to dublin - Orthodox Celts 

In the marry month of june from me home i started,
Left the girls of tuam nearly broken harted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother drank
A pint of bear me grief and to smother,
Then of to reap the corn, leave where i was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghost and goblins, brand new pair of
Brogues, rattled o'er
The bogs, frightened all the dogs on rocky road to dublin

Refren:
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 morning light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure to keep my hart from sinking,
That's an irish cure whene'er he's on for
Drinking,to see the lasses smile,laughing all the
While,at my curious stile,t'would set your hurt
A-bubbling,ax'd if i was hired,wages i required,
I was almost tried on rocky road to dublin

In dublin next arrived,i thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived,a view of
That fine city,then i took a stroll a mong the the quality,
Bundle it was stole in a neat locality,
Something crossed me mind,then i looked behind,
No bundle could i find,upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue,said me connaught,
Wasn't much in vogue on rocky road to dublin

From there i got away my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
Captian 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,
Dance some heary jigs,the water round me bubblin'
Off to holyhead,wish my self was dead,or beterfar
In stead on rocky road to dublin.

The boys of liverpool when we safely landed,
Cold my self a fool i could no long stand it,
Blood began to boil temper i was losing,
Poor old erin's isle they began a busin,
Hurrah me soul says i,shilleagh i let fly,
Galweay boys were by,saw i was in the hobble'in,
Than with alowed hurrah,joined in affray,
Quickly cleared the way on rocky road to dublin.