"Then off to the corn,
Leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn
To banish ghost & goblins.
A brand-new pair of brogues,
Rattlin' o'er that bogs,
Frightening all the dogs,
On the rocky road to Dublin.
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Hunt the hare & turn her
Down the rocky road to Dublin
Whack fol lol dee dah. "
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