Rocky Road to Dublin
The Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem Lyrics


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While in the merry month of May from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and 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;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

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 heartfrom sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be 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 wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
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 some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself 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, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray.
We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down




the rocky road and all the way to Dublin,
Whack follol de rah !

Overall Meaning

The song Rocky Road to Dublin is a story about a man leaving his home in Tuam, Ireland, to head to Dublin in search of work. The journey is described in detail, including the challenges he faced along the way. The song begins with the singer leaving his home in May, bidding farewell to his family and friends, and setting off on his journey. He describes buying a stout black thorn to protect himself from ghosts and goblins, as he travels towards Dublin. He also buys a pair of brogues, which cause a ruckus as they rattle over the bogs, frightening all the dogs.


The song's chorus is "One, two, three, four, five, hunt the hare and turn her, down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack fol la de da". This chorus serves to punctuate the narrative and create a rhythm, making it all the more catchy and appealing. Along the way, the singer meets friendly people, drinks to keep his spirits up and has a few adventures. He also encounters some less friendly people who rob him of his bundle, containing his belongings. Undeterred, he continues on his journey, even enduring a rough sea voyage.


Finally, upon landing in Liverpool, the singer is insulted by the locals, which leads to a scuffle. His fellow Galway boys come to the rescue, and they finally make it to Dublin on the rocky road.


Overall, the song conveys the determination of a man to seek out a better life, despite the obstacles he faced on his journey.


Line by Line Meaning

While in the merry month of May from me home I started,
In the cheerful month of May, I set out from my home


Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Leaving behind the sorrowful and heartbroken girls of Tuam


Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
I bid farewell to my dear father and kissed my beloved mother


Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
I drank ale to drown my sorrows and wipe away tears


Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
I departed from my birthplace to harvest the corn


Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
I cut a tough blackthorn to fend off ghosts and goblins


Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
I purchased a pair of shoes that made noise on the wetlands


And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
Causing fear in all the dogs along the rough path to Dublin


One, two, three four, five,
Reciting numbers to keep my rhythm


Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
Chasing after the Hare and turning her down the challenging path


all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
Continuing with the upbeat tune, Whack follol de rah!


In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
In Mullingar, I rested my tired limbs for the night


Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Setting off the very next morning, full of cheer and energy


Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking;
I drank a drop of pure alcohol to lift my dour mood


Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
This is how Paddy cures his spirits when he drinks


See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
Watching the ladies smile and laugh continuously


At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Amused by my peculiar mannerisms that would make one's heart bubble with joy


Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
The girls asked me if I was employed and how much I earned


I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
I grew tired of the challenging path to Dublin


In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
Upon reaching Dublin, I regretted missing the lovely sight


To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
To have the experience of the lovely city taken away soon after my arrival


So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Therefore, I took a leisurely walk among the wealthier population


Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Unfortunately, my belongings were stolen in a neat area


Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
A thought struck me as I glanced over my shoulder


No bundle could I find upon me sticking wobbling
My belongings were not on my stick which was shaking and unstable


Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Asking around for the thief, I was told it was someone from Connaught with a specific accent


Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
That accent wasn't popular along the rocky road to Dublin


From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
I managed to leave that place without my spirits dropping


Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
I arrived at the port just as the ship started sailing


The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
The captain bellowed at me, saying there was no room onboard


When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
I hopped onto the ship and found a cabin for myself


Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
I was amongst the pigs playing some lively music


Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
Dancing some lively jigs with the water bubbling around me


When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
As we approached Holyhead, I felt like dying


Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
I would have rather been on the rocky road to Dublin instead


Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
The Liverpool boys greeted us as we landed safely


Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Mocking me for being a fool, I couldn't take it anymore


Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
My blood started boiling, and I was losing my temper


Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
They started abusing poor old Erin's Isle


"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
I exclaimed, "Hooray for my soul!" and fiercely brandished my staff


Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
Some Galway boys were nearby and seeing me in trouble


With a loud 'hurray !' joined in the affray.
They cheered loudly and joined in the brawl


We quietly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
We eventually calmed down and cleared the path for the rocky road to Dublin




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Barney McKenna, Ciaran Padraig Maire Bourke, Luke Kelly, Ronald Joseph Drew

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@6creamypints

Just wonderful. Thanks for posting.

@Chicagoan444

Terrific! Just good singing, pure and simple.

@andrislastovskis2400

Love this! 

@christophermcshane7418

Love these guys!

@parknmart

Tremendous lyrics. The ole bright lights/big city conundrum.

@Phantomsbreath

I usually sing this one half-speed. Gives me LOTS of time to breathe.

@jameylum352

tommy makem is awesome!!!!

@lleytonrutz2091

Love this

@noahcorreira3957

I love it

@Domitianvs

Yeah, there's no space in it to breathe, it's hell to sing. But oh, so much fun when you get it going!

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