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he's on the drinking see the lassies smile, laughing all the
while at me darling style, would set your heart a-bubblin'
asked me was I hired, wages I required 'til I was almost tired
of the rocky road to Dublin.

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the
Chorus:
way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity to be so soon
deprived a view of that fine city decided to take a stroll all
among the quality bundle, it was stole in that neat locality
something crossed my mind when I looked behind no bundle
could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' crying for a rogue said
to Dublin.
me connaught brogue wasn't much in-vogue on the rocky road

From there I got away, me spirits never failing landed on the
quay just as the ship was sailing captain at me roared, said
that no room had he then I jumped aboard a cabin found for
Daddy down among the pigs, played some funny rigs, danced
wished myself was dead or better far instead on the rocky
road to Dublin.
some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin' off to hollyhead

fool, I could no longer stand it blood began to boil, temper
The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed called myself a
me soul, says I, let the shellaillagh fly some galway boys
I was losing poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing hooray
were nigh, saw I was a-hobblin' with a loud array, they joined
me in the fray and soon we cleared the way on the rocky road
to Dublin