ahem...

In the merry month of May, from my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed my darlin mother,
Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, so banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled over the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

1 2 3 4 5
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin!!!!
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra!