A Rocky Road to Dublin Hans Zimmer

In the merry month of May
From my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
Nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear
Kissed my darlin' 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

In Mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight
Next mornin' light and airy
Took a drop of the pure
To keep my heart from sinkin'
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-bubblin'
They ax'd if I was hired
The wages I required
Till I was almost tired
Of the rocky road to Dublin