Irish Harp and Voice: Barbary
Fiddle: J'Anna Jacoby
Percussion: Steve Forman

1. In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam really broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother.
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
A brand new pair of brogues rattling o�er the bogs
And fright�ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dub-b-lin.

Chorus: One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road and all the way to Dub-b�-lin, 
Whack fol-lol-de-rah.

2. In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Took a drop of �pure� to keep me heart from sinking; 
That�s the Paddy�s cure whenever he�s on for drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, �twould set your heart a bub-bl-ing;
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dub-b�-lin.

3. In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;

Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobbling.
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn�t much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

4. From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

5. Well, the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin�s Isle they began abusing.
�Hurrah, me soul� says I, my shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a loud �hurray� joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.

IRELAND