The Rocks Of Bawn

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Come all ye loyal heroes and listen unto me,
Don't hire with any farmer till you know what your work will be.
You will rise up in the morning from the clear daylight till the dawn,
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

2. My shoes they are all worn out, and my stockings they are thin,
My heart is always trembling for fear they might give in.
My heart is always trembling now from the clear daylight of dawn,
And I never will be able to for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

3. Rise up, gallant Sweeney, and get your horses hay,
And give them a good feed of oats before they start away.
Don't feed them on soft turnips sprigs that grow on yon green lawn,
Or they never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

4. My curse upon you Sweeney boy, you nearly have me robbed.
You’re sitting by your fireside with your now with your doudeen in your gob,
You’re sitting by your fireside now from the clear daylight till dawn,
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

5. I wish the Sergeant Major would send for me in time,
And place me in some regiment all in my youth and prime.
I’d fight for Ireland’s glory now, from the clear daylight till dawn,
And I never would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

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