The Rocky Road to Dublin
Dropkick Murphys Lyrics

In the merry month of June from my home I started left the girls Of Taum nearly brokenhearted saluted me father dear, kissed Me darling mother drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to Smother then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born cut A stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblin, brand-new Pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs frightening all the dogs On the rocky road to Dublin.
In June, I left my hometown of Taum, causing sadness to the local girls. I said goodbye to my dear father and mother and had a pint of beer to ease my sadness. I headed out to work in the fields, cutting a strong stick to ward off danger and wearing new shoes that made loud noise scaring dogs, all while traveling the treacherous road to Dublin.

In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary started by Daylight next morning bright and early took a drop of the pure To keep me heart from sinking that's the daddy's cure when 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
In Mullingar, I rested my tired legs for the night and set off the next day, drinking some whiskey to keep my spirits up. The local ladies were amused by my accent and charmed by my personality. They asked if I had a job and what my wages were until I grew tired of the constant questioning and nostalgic for the long journey ahead of me.

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the Way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
Let's chase the hare and run all the way to Dublin on this difficult path. 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 Me connaught brogue wasn't much in-vogue on the rocky road To Dublin
Upon arriving in Dublin, I was sad that I couldn't see the city for longer. While taking a walk among the upper class, someone stole my belongings. I suspected someone was following me, but I couldn't find them. Holding my stick, I was afraid and cried out for someone to help. People made fun of my accent and clothing as I continued on the difficult journey.

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 Some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin' off to holly head Wished myself was dead or better far instead on the rocky Road to Dublin
I managed to escape Dublin and boarded a ship just as it was leaving, despite the captain telling me there was no room. I found a cramped cabin among the pigs for my father and entertained people with jokes and dancing as the boat rocked. The water was rough, and I wished I were somewhere else but continued on the difficult journey.

The boys in 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 hooray Me soul, says I, let the shellaillagh fly some Galway boys 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
Upon landing safely in Liverpool, the locals insulted me and called me a fool. I lost my temper, and things became tense. People insulted my homeland, and I grew frustrated. I stood my ground and asked for a fight, and some local boys joined me in brawling. We cleared the way and continued on the difficult journey to Dublin.