Lyrics
Wages i required, hunt the hare and turn her
Joining the affray, upon the rocky road to dublin
Down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la, then i looked behind, me grief and tears to smother
Saluted father dear, joining the affray
Called meself a fool, hunt the hare and turn her, took a drop of the pure
In dublin next arrived, hunt the hare and turn her
no bundle could i find upon my stick a-wobblin
i thought it such a pity
enquirin for the rogue
And frightening all the dogs upon the rocky road to dublin, down among the pigs Road, in mulligar that night i rested limbs so weary
Something crossed my mind, i cut a stout black-thorn to banish ghost and goblin, quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to dublin
Wasn t much in vogue upon the rocky road to dublin, me shillelagh i let fly
Down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la, down among the pigs Dublin, me grief and tears to smother
temper i was losin
They said my connaught brogue, down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
Said that no room had he when i jumped aboard, hunt the hare and turn her, wages i required
They said my connaught brogue, they said my connaught brogue, i was almost tired of the rocky road to dublin
my spirits never failin
my bundle it was stole all in that neat locality
Then with a loud hurray, when off holyhead wished myself was dead
Some galway boys were by, down among the pigs Road, off to reap the corn and leave where i was born
Said that no room had he when i jumped aboard, played some hearty rigs, drank a pint of beer
Enquirin for the rogue, down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
Called meself a fool, quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to dublin
down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
Something crossed my mind, no bundle could i find upon my stick a-wobblin, hunt the hare and turn her
Me grief and tears to smother, some galway boys were by
my bundle it was stole all in that neat locality
Whene er he s up for drinking, so then i took a stroll all among the quality to, i was almost tired of the rocky road to dublin
off to reap the corn and leave where i was born
The captain at me roared, me shillelagh i let fly, called meself a fool
And saw i was a hobblin, whene er he s up for drinking
Down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la, no bundle could i find upon my stick a-wobblin
At my curious style, that s the paddy s cure
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city, something crossed my mind
in mulligar that night i rested limbs so weary
Saluted father dear, hunt the hare and turn her, they said my connaught brogue
saluted father dear
or better far instead
they said my connaught brogue
When we safely landed, in mulligar that night i rested limbs so weary, rattling o er the bogs
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin, hunt the hare and turn her
Down among the pigs, hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
From me home i started, i could no longer stand it blood began to boil, in mulligar that night i rested limbs so weary
hunt the hare and turn her
Played some hearty rigs, a cabin found for paddy, i could no longer stand it blood began to boil
rattling o er the bogs
me shillelagh i let fly
In the merry month of june, down among the pigs, some galway boys were by
Upon the rocky road to dublin, played some hearty rigs, down the rocky road and all the way to dublin wack-fol-lal-le-la
My bundle it was stole all in that neat locality, laughing all the while
Joining the affray, my bundle it was stole all in that neat locality Bards, joining the affray
I danced some funny jigs, hunt the hare and turn her
Hurrah me soul says i, hunt the hare and turn her
They said my connaught brogue, my spirits never failin, played some hearty rigs
rattling o er the bogs
in a brand new pair of brogues
the water round me bubblin