In the merry month of June from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear kissed me darlin’ 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 ghost and goblins
Brand new pair of brogues rattled o’er the bogs
Frightened all the dogs on rocky road to Dublin

Chorus:
One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin whack fol lol de ra

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning light and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinking
That’s an Irish cure whene’er he’s on for drinking
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while
At my curious style, t’would set your heart a-bubbling
Ax’d if I was hired, wages I required
I was almost tired on rocky road to Dublin

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 among the quality
Bundle it was stolen in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin’
Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
Wasn’t much in vogue on rocky road to Dublin

From there I got away my spirits never failing
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing
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 funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin’
Off to Holyhead, wished myself was dead
Or better far, instead, on rocky road to Dublin

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losin’
Poor old Erin’s isle they began abusin’
“Hurrah!” me soul says, my shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in
Then with a loud Hurrah, joined in affray
Quickly cleared the way, on rocky road to Dublin

Prevod pesme

Trnovit put do Dablina

Od kuće sam krenuo veselog meseca juna
Gotovo slomljenih srca ostavio devojke Tuama
Pozdravio dragog tatu, poljubio mamu dragu
Flašu piva popio da utopim suze i tugu
Onda otišao da pokosim žito, napustim rodno mesto
Da oteram zle duhove, posekao trnjinu
Potpuno nove cipele kloparale su preko močvare
Poplašio sam sve kerove na stenovitom putu ka Dablinu

Refren:
Jedan dva tri četiri pet
Lovio sam zečicu i oderao je na tom stenovitom putu
I čitavim putem do Dablina, tra la la la la

Te noći u Malingaru, odmorih umorne
Sledećeg jutra s prvim svetlom probudih se čio i veseo
Popih kapljicu čistog da od propasti sačuvam srce
To je irski lek kad god je vreme za cuganje
Da vidim devojke kako se smeškaju, svo se vreme smejući
Mom retkom stilu, od kog ti srce zaigra
Da me pitaju da li sam zauzet, koliko tražim para
Skoro da sam se umorio, na trnovitom putu ka Dablinu

Onda sam stigao u Dablin, pomislio sam baš je šteta
Što ću uskoro biti lišen tog lepog gradskog prizora
Onda sam se prošetao tom divotom
Ukrali su mi zavežljaj na jednoj zgodnoj lokaciji
Nešto mi je palo na pamet, pa sam iza sebe pogledao
Zavežljaj se više nije na mom štapu klatio
Tražim lopova, rekoh sa Konot naglaskom
Nije baš bio u modi, na trnovitom putu ka Dablinu

Odatle sam otišao u dobrom raspoloženju
Dok je brod plovio našao se na keju
Kapetan je na mene urlao, za mene nema mesta on je rekao
Kad sam na brod uskočio, našla se kabina za Irca
Dole među svinjama, šale sam zbijao
Otplesao par plesova, voda je oko mene žuborila
Na putu ka Holihedu, poželeo sam da me nema
Ili još bolje, da sam umesto toga na putu ka Dablinu

Liverpulski momci, kad smo se bezbedno iskrcali,
Nazvali su me budalom, nisam to više mogao podneti
Krv mi je uzavrela, izgubio sam živce
Jadan mali Erins Ajl, počeli su da me maltretiraju
“Ura!” rekoh ja, poleteće moja batina
Golvejski momci su bili u blizini, videli da sam u neprilici
A onda uz povik Ura!, pridružili se tuči
Brzo smo raščistili put na trnovitom putu ka Dablinu

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