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In the merry month of June, from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' 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 blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins A brand new pair of brogues rattlin' o'er the bogs Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky ro
