'The Rocky Road to Dublin' (D.K. Gavan, 'The Galway Poet) In the merry month of May, From my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted, Saluted me father dear, Kissed me darling mother, Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born, Cut the stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues, go rattling o'er the bogs, Frightening all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three, f