Then off to reap the corn
And leave where I was born
I cut a stout black thorn
For to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues
To rattle over the bogs
And frightened all the dogs
On the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Well, in the merry month of May, from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam were nearly broken-hearted
Saluted 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 black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
Brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' over the bogs
And frightned 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 le-dah