In the merry month of June, 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
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.
One, two, three, four,
