In the [d] merry (C) month of [d] May from my home I started,
[d] Left the (C) girls of [d] Tuam - [C] nearly broken-hearted,
Sal[d]uted (C)Father [d] dear, kissed my darlin’ Mother,
[d] Drank a (C) pint of [d] beer my [C] grief and tears to smother,
Then [d] off to reap the [C] corn, and [d] leave where I was [C] born,
I [d] cut a stout black[C]thorn to banish ghost and goblin,
In a [d] brand-new pair of [C] brogues I [d] rattled o’er the [C] bogs,
And [d] frightened all the [C] dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
(A) One, two, (C) three, four (d) five

[d] hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road
and [C] all the ways to Dublin, [a] Whack fol- [C] lol-de-[d]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 heart from sinking,
That’s a Paddy’d cure, whene’er he’s on for drinking,
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
At me curious style, ‘twould set your heart a-bubbling,
They ax’d if I was hired, the wages I required,
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five

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 out among the quality,
My 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 after the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue,
Wasn’t much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five

From there I got away me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin’,
When off to Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it;
Me blood began to boil, temper I was losin’,
Poor old Erin’s isle they began abusin’,
“Hurrah my soul!” says I, my shillelagh I let fly,
Some Galway boys came by, saw I was a hobblein’,
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