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 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.




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