The Rocky Road To Dublin-Paddy Reilly

In the merry month of May From my home I started Left the girls of Tuam Nearly broken hearted Saluted father dear Kissed my darling mother Drank a pint of beer My grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn And leave where I was born I cut a stout blackthorn To banish ghost and goblin In a brand new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs And frightened 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-ra （歌手独白） 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 an Irishman's cure Whene'er he's on for drinking To see the lasses smile Laughing all the while At my 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 Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin Whack-fol-lol-de-ra 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 All among the quality My bundle it was stole In a neat locality Something crossed my mind Then I looked behind No bundle could I find Upon my stick a wobbling Enquiring for the rogue They said my 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 ways to Dublin Whack-fol-lol-de-ra From there I got away My 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 bubbling 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 ways to Dublin Whack-fol-lol-de-ra The boys of Liverpool When we safely landed Called myself a fool I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil Temper I was losing Poor ould Erings isle They began abusing "Hurrah my soul" sez I My shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were by Saw I was a hobble in 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-ra