The Rocks of Bawn Lyrics

Come all you loyal heroes and listen on to me
Don't hire with any master 'till you know what your work will be
For he will rise you 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 get your horses hay
And give them a good feen of oats before they start the away
Don't feed them on soft turnip sprigs that grow on your green land
Or they never will be able for to plough the rocks of Bawn

My curse upon you Sweeney you have me nearly robbed
You're sitting by the fireside now your feet upon the hob
You're sitting by the fireside from the clear daylight 'till the dawn
And you never will be able now to plough the rocks of Bawn

I wish the Queen of England would send for me in time
And place me in some regiment all in my youth of prime
I'd fight for Ireland's glory from the clear daylight 'till the dawn
And I would never return again to plough the rocks of Bawn