I've been north and I've been south and I've been east and west
I've been just a rolling stone Yet there's one place on this earth I've
always liked the best Just a little town I call my own
Dublin can be in heaven with coffee at eleven and a strode in Stephen's Green
There's no need to hurry There's no need to worry
You're a king and the lady's a queen
There are African streets of wonderland There's magic in the air
There are diamonds in the lady's eyes And gold dust in her hair
And if you don't believe me Come and meet me there
In Dublin on a sunny summer morning
I've been here and I've been there I've sought the rainbow's end
But no crock of gold I've found Now I know that come what will
Whatever fate may send Here my roots are deep in friendly ground
Dublin can be heaven with coffee at eleven And a strode in Stephen's Green
There's no need to hurry There's no need to worry
You're a king and the lady's a queen
There are African streets of wonderland There's magic in the air
There are diamonds in the lady's eyes And gold dust in her hair
And if you don't believe me Come and meet me there
In Dublin on a sunny summer morning
In the merry month of May From me home I started
Left the girls at home Really broke and had to loot it
Father dear, kiss me darling Mother drank a pint of beer
Me grief confused his mother Then off to reap the corn
Here where I was born Hark! the stout black corn
To vanish ghosts in Dublin Brand new air abroad
Rattling all the bugs And dragging all the doves
On the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five
Hark! the merry turner Down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin Whack for lullaby
In Dublin next to Ryde I thought it such a pity to be
So soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll
All among the quality me bond Will in the stall or in any locality
Something crossed me mind When I looked behind
A wonder could I find Upon me sick a hobbling
Quiring for the road They said me cannot probe
Wasn't much involved On the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five Hark! the merry turner
Down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin
Whack for lullaby
Well, the boys of Liverpool When me safely landed
Called meself a fool I could no longer stand
The blood began to boil Temper I was losing
Poor old Erentile They began abusing
A rainy salsa's life Slearly I let fly
Soon all me boys were dying So I was a hobbling
With the rotary Joined in the fray
Me quickly give away On the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five Hark! the merry turner
Down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin
Whack for lullaby
Whack for lullaby
Whack for lullaby
Whack for lullaby