In the merry month of June 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 oґer the bogs
And frightґning all the dogs on 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
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 Paddyґs cure whenever heґs on drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, ґtwould set your heart a bubblinґ
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,