[Verse 1]
Well, in the merry month of June now from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam 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 and leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
Bought a new pair of brogues, rattlin' over bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah

[Verse 2]
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight, my spirits bright and cheery
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin'
That's the Paddy's cure whene'er he's on for drinkin'
To see the lassies smile, laughin' all the while
At me curious style, would set your heart a bubblin'
They asked me was I hired and wages I required
Till I was almost tired on the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah
[Verse 3]
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll, down among the quality
Bundle it was stole, there 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, said me Connacht brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah

[Verse 4]
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 Paddy
Was down among the pigs, laid some hearty rigs
I danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubbling
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah
[Verse 5]
The boys of Liverpool, well when we safely landed
Called meself the 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, shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "hurray!" they joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin

[Chorus]
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de rah