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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! Bought a pair of brogues rattling o’er the bogs And fright’ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin! (Chorus): One two three four five, Hunt the hare and turn her down the rock
