Nead na lachan sa mhúta, nead na lachan sa mhúta
Nead na lachan sa mhúta,
‘S cuir dh mé amach ar an gcuan thú

Haigh dí didil dí didil dí,
Haigh dí dí dí déró
Haigh dídil haigh,
Haigh dídil haigh dí didil dí déró

Bhéarfaidh mé currach is criú dhuit

Ceannóidh mé slat agus d’rú dhuit

Cuardóigh mé bean agus spré dhuit

[The duck’s nest (is) in the moat
And I’ll send you out on the harbour

I’ll get a currach and crew for you
And I’ll send you out on the harbour

I’ll buy a fishing rod and line for you
And I’ll send you out on the harbour

I’ll find a wife and dowry for you
And I’ll send you out on the harbour]

Téir abhaile ‘rú téir abhaile ‘rú
Téir abhaile ‘rú a Mhaire
Téir abhaile is fan sabhaile
Mar tá do mhargadh déanta

Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein
Is cuma cé dhein é a Mhaire
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein mar tá do mhargadh déanta
Níl mo mhargadh! Tá do mharghad!
Níl mo mhargdadh déanta
Tá do mhargadh! Níl mo mhargadh!
Tá do mhargadh déanta

Pós an piobaire pós an piobaire
Pós an piobaire a Mhaire
Pós an piobaire dtús na hoíche
Is beidh sé agat sa mhaidin

[Go home, Mary, go home and stay at home
Because your match is made

It doesn’t matter who made it or who didn’t
It doesn’t matter who made it, Mary,

Because your match is made
My match isn’t! Your match is!
My match isn’t made! Your match is!
My match isn’t! Your match is made!

Marry the piper, Mary, marry the piper early at night
And you’ll have him in the morning]

In the merry month of June from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam sad and broken hearted
Saluted father dear, I kissed me darlin’ mother!
I drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
I cut a stout black thorn to banish ghost and goblin!
In a brand new pair of brogues rattling o’er the bogs
Fright’ning 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 ways to Dublin, whack follol derah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started at daylight next morning light and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking
That’s the Paddy’s cure whene’er he’s on for drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, ‘twould set your heart a bubblin’
Asked me was I hired, the wages I required
Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fair city
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I nd upon me stick a wobblin’
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
It wasn’t much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
The captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I climbed aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs
I danced some hearty jigs, the waters round me bubblin’
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin

The boys of Liverpool, when I’d safely landed
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Me blood began to boil, me temper I was losing
Poor old Erin’s Isle they began abusing
“Hurrah me soul!” said I my shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by they saw I was a hobblin’
With a loud “hurray!” they joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin