“While in the merry month of May, from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother. Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins Bought a pair of brogues rattling o’er the bogs And fright’ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.”
“While in the merry month of May, from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother. Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins Bought a pair of brogues rattling o’er the bogs And fright’ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.”
