I've been north and I've been south and I've been east and westI've been just a rolling stone Yet there's one place on this earth I'vealways liked the best Just a little town I call my ownDublin can be in heaven with coffee at eleven and a strode in Stephen's GreenThere's no need to hurry There's no need to worryYou're a king and the lady's a queenThere are African streets of wonderland There's magic in the airThere are diamonds in the lady's eyes And gold dust in her hairAnd if you don't believe me Come and meet me thereIn Dublin on a sunny summer morningI've been here and I've been there I've sought the rainbow's endBut no crock of gold I've found Now I know that come what willWhatever fate may send Here my roots are deep in friendly groundDublin can be heaven with coffee at eleven And a strode in Stephen's GreenThere's no need to hurry There's no need to worryYou're a king and the lady's a queenThere are African streets of wonderland There's magic in the airThere are diamonds in the lady's eyes And gold dust in her hairAnd if you don't believe me Come and meet me thereIn Dublin on a sunny summer morningIn the merry month of May From me home I startedLeft the girls at home Really broke and had to loot itFather dear, kiss me darling Mother drank a pint of beerMe grief confused his mother Then off to reap the cornHere where I was born Hark! the stout black cornTo vanish ghosts in Dublin Brand new air abroadRattling all the bugs And dragging all the dovesOn the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, fiveHark! the merry turner Down the rocky roadAnd all the way to Dublin Whack for lullabyIn Dublin next to Ryde I thought it such a pity to beSo soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a strollAll among the quality me bond Will in the stall or in any localitySomething crossed me mind When I looked behindA wonder could I find Upon me sick a hobblingQuiring for the road They said me cannot probeWasn't much involved On the rocky road to DublinOne, two, three, four, five Hark! the merry turnerDown the rocky road And all the way to DublinWhack for lullabyWell, the boys of Liverpool When me safely landedCalled meself a fool I could no longer standThe blood began to boil Temper I was losingPoor old Erentile They began abusingA rainy salsa's life Slearly I let flySoon all me boys were dying So I was a hobblingWith the rotary Joined in the frayMe quickly give away On the rocky road to DublinOne, two, three, four, five Hark! the merry turnerDown the rocky road And all the way to DublinWhack for lullabyWhack for lullabyWhack for lullabyWhack for lullaby