In the (Em)mer ry month of May I from me (Bm)home I (Em)start ed, left the (Bm)girls of (Em)Tuam se (D)vere ly bro ken heart ed, sa (Em)lut ed fa o’ ther dear, all to kissed me (Bm)dar lin’ (Em)moth er, (Em)drank a pint of beer in me (D)grief and tears to smoth er, then (Em)off to reap the (Bm)corn, leave where I was born, no (Em)cut a stout black (Bm)thorn to (D)ban ish ghost and gob lin, a (Bm)bran’ new pair o’ brogues, what (Bm)rat tled o’er the bogs, till (Em)fright ened all the (Bm)dogs (D)on the rock y road to Dub el in.

(Em)One, two, (Bm)three, four, (Em)five, hunt the hare and turn her on the (Bm)rock y (Em)road and (D)all the way to Dub el in.

(Em)Whack fol (Bm)ol de (Em)la.

In Mul (Em)li gan that night I I rest ed (Bm)limbs so (Em)wea ry, start ed (Bm)by day (Em)light next (D)morn ing bright and ear ed, ly, (Em)took a drop o’ the pure all a keep my (Bm)heart from (Em)sink ing, (Em)that’s a Pad dy’s cure in when (D)e’er he’s on for drink ing.

To (Em)see the las sies (Bm)smile, laugh ing all the while, no (Em)at my dar ing (Bm)style ’twould (D)set your heart a bub blin’.

They (Bm)asked if I was hired, they (Bm)wag es I re quired, till (Em)I was al most (Bm)tired (D)of the rock y road to Dub el in.

(Em)One, two, (Bm)three, four, (Em)five, hunt the hare and turn her on the (Bm)rock y (Em)road and (D)all the way to Dub el in.

(Em)Whack fol (Bm)ol de (Em)la.

(Em)la.