The Rocky Road to Dublin Video (MV)

Well, in the merry month of June now from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam a-nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear and I kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, I leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues I'm rattling over the bogs
And 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 ways to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-rah

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning bright and airy
I drank a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin'
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'
To see the lasses smile, laughin' all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Axed me was I 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 ways to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-rah

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it's such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
But then I took a stroll out among the quality
Bundle it was stolen in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
'Quiring for the rogue, 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
And all the ways to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-rah

From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing
The captain at me roared, he said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin was found for Paddy
Well, down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs
I danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
Off Holyhead I wished meself 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 ways to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-rah

The boys of Liverpool now when we safely landed
Called meself the fool and I could no longer stand it
Me blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle now they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul" says I, shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys came by, they saw I was a hobblin'
Then 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 ways to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-rah