In the (Em)mer ry month of May I from me home I start ed, left the (Bm)girls of (Em)Tuam, sev (D)er ely bro ken heart ed, sal (Em)lut ed fa o’ ther dear, all to kissed me dar lin’ moth er (Em)drank a pint of beer, me a (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 (B)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 (B)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 limbs so 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 heart from sink ing, (Em)that’s a Pad dy’s cure when a (D)e’er he’s on for drink ing to (Em)see the las sie’s (Bm)smile, laugh ing all the while, no (Em)at my dar ing (B)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 (B)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.