The Rocky Road to Dublin The Chieftains (Ft. The Rolling Stones)

In the merry month of May from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam sad and broken hearted
Saluted father dear, then 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 stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin o'er the bogs
And frightenin' all the dogs on the rock road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol-laddie-roll!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
When I took a stroll all among the quality
My bundle it was stole from that neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquirin' for the rogue, they said me Connacht brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rock road to Dublin

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol-laddie-roll!