In the merry month of 
MayFrom me home 
I startedLeft the girls of 
TuamSad and broken hearted
Salute me father dear
And kissed me darlin' mother
Then drank a pint of beer
Me tears and grief to smother
Off 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 da
In Dublin next arrived
And thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived
A view of that fair city
Then I took a stroll
All amongst the quality
Me bundle it was stole
In that neat locality
Something crossed me mind
When I looked behind
No bundle 
I could find
Upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring after the rogue
Said me "Connaught BrogueWas not much in vogueOn 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 da
The boys of 
LiverpoolWhen we safely landed
Called myself a fool
I could no longer stand it
Me blood began to boil
Me temper 
I was losing
For old Erin's isle
They began abusing
Horah say 
IMe shelelagh 
I let flyGalway 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