The Rocky Road to Dublin (from Long Black Veil)

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