Am
In the merry month of May, From my home, I started
Am                         G
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted
Am        G      Am
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother
Am                          G
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother
      Am              G     Am                    G
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born
Am             G
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin
Am                      G       Am                  G
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs
Am                      G
And frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
Am         G          Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her
Am
Down the rocky road
     G
And all the ways to Dublin
 Am       G       Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

[Verse 2]
Am
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
                           G
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy
Am      G          Am
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin'
                           G
That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking
 Am                G      Am               G
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while
Am             G
At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'
Am                 G       Am           G
They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required
Am                 G
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
 Am        G            Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her
Am
Down the rocky road
 G
And all the ways to Dublin
 Am        G      Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

[Verse 3]
Am
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
                           G
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city
 Am     G      Am
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality
                          G
My bundle it was stolen, In a neat locality;
Am                 G        Am             G
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
 Am                 G
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a-wobblin'
 Am                 G      Am                   G
Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue
 Am              G
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
  Am         G          Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road
              G
And all the ways to Dublin
  Am        G     Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

[Verse 4]
  Am
From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
                    G
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
   Am      G    Am
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had him
                        G
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy
 Am             G      Am                  G
Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs
  Am                G
Danced some hearty jigs, The water 'round me bubblin'
 Am          G        Am               G
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead
 Am           G
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
Am         G           Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky road
    G
And all the ways to Dublin
 Am        G     Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra

[Verse 5]
Am
The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed
                      G
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Am     G       Am
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin'
                      G
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin'
 Am                   G   Am                  G
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Am                    G
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in
 Am               G       Am                  G
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray
 Am                     G
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
Am         G           Am
One, two, three, four five
Am
Hunt the hare and turn her
Am
Down the rocky road
 G
And all the ways to Dublin
Am         G     Am
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra