The Rocks Of Bawn

Come all ye loyal heroes wherever you may be
Don't hire with any master till you know what your work will be
You will rise up early from the clear day light till the dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the rocks of bawn

Rise up gallant sweeney and give your horse some hay
And give them a good feed of oats before they stray away
Don't feed them on soft turnip put them out on your green lawn
Or they never will be able for to plough the rocks of bawn

My curse upon you, sweeney boy, you have me nearly robbed
You're sitting by the fireside with your dúidín in your gob
You're sitting by the fireside now from clear daylight till the dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the rocks of bawn

My shoes they are well worn and my stockings they are thin
My heart is always trembling for fear they might give in
My heart is always trembling from the clear daylight till the dawn
And I never will be able for to plough the rocks of bawn

I wish the queen of england she would call for me in time
And place me in some regiment all in my youth and prime
I'd fight for ireland's glory from the clear daylight till dawn
And I never would return again to plough the rocks of baw