" Well in the merry month of May,
a from my home I started,
Left the girls of Toum,
so sad and broken-hearted,
Saluted my father dear,
Kissed my darlin mother,
drank a pint of beer,
to keep me heart from slumping,
And off to reap the corn,
leave where I was born,
cut a stout Blackthorn,
to keep my heart from grumbling
Brand new pair of Broughs,
Rattlin o'er the bogs,
frightning all the Dogs,
On the Rocky Road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn him
Down the Rocky roadand all the way to Dublin!
Whack for all de rah!
Happy St. Paddy's folks!
It's 8:15 am, and I'm already on my second Guiness and my THIRD Harp!
And the party I'm throwing doesn't start till tomorrow!
One, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn him
Down the Rocky roadand all the way to Dublin!
Whack for all de rah!
Cuhail