Rocks Of Bawn

Author Unknown

Come all you loyal heroes wherever you may be
Don't hire with any master till you know what your work may be
Don't hire with any master from the clear daylight till the dawn
For he'll want you rising early to plough the rocks of Bawn

My shoes they are well worn and my stockings they are thin
My auld coat sure it's threadbare now and I'm leaking to the skin
But I'll rise us in the morning from the clear daylight till dawn
Then I will be able to plough up the rocks of Bawn

Me curse attend you Sweeney for you have me nearly robbed
You're sitting by the fireside with your feet upon the hob
You're sitting by the fireside from the clear daylight till dawn
And you know you'll not be able to plough the rocks of Bawn

Oh rise up there lovely Sweeney and give yer horse some hay
And give him a good feed of oats before you start the day
Don't feed him on soft turnips take him down to your green lawn
And then you might be able to plough the rocks of Bawn

I wish that the Queen of England would write to me in time
And place me in a regiment all in me 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 Bawn

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