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In the merry month of June, When first from home I started
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Left the girls of Tuam, So sad and broken hearted
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Saluted Bbather dear, Kissed me darlin' Mother
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And drank a pint of beer, Me grief and tears to smother
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Then off to reap the corn, Leave where I was born
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Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghosts and goblin
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Bought a pair of brogues, Rattle over the bogs
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Frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin
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One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
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When in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
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Started by daylight, Me spirits bright and early
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Took a drop o' pure, Keep me heart from sinking
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That's a paddy's cure, Whenever he's on drinking
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To see the lassie's smile, Laughing all the while
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At me curious style, Would set your heart to bubbling
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Asked me I was hired, Wages I required
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I was almost tired, On the rocky road to Dublin
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One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
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Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
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To be so soon deprived, D view of that fine city
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Then I took a stroll, All among the quality
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Me bundle it was stole, In a neat locality
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Something crossed me mind, When I looked behind
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No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling
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Enquiring after the rogue, They said me Connacht brouge
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Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin
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One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
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Well, From there I got away, Me spirits never failing
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Landed on the quay, Just as the ship was sailing
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Faptain at me roared, Said that no room had he
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When I jumped aboard, D cabin found for Paddy
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Down among the pigs, Played some hearty rigs
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Ganced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin'
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When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead
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Or, Better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin
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One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de da
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Well, The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed
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Falled meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
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Blood began to boil, Temper I was losing
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Poor ould Erins Isle, They began abusing
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Hurrah me soul says I, Shillelagh I let fly
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Some Calway boys were by, Saw I was a-hollerin'
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Then with a loud horray, They joined in the affray
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We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin
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One, Two, Three, Four, Five
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Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
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And all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol la de daaaa
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