Come all ye loyal heroes and listen on to me
Don't hire with any master till you know what your work will be
You will rise up early in the morning from the clear day light 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
My curse it is upon you, Sweeney boy, 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 the dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Rise up, you gallant Sweeney, and give your horses hay
And give them a good feed of oats before they ride away
Don't feed them on soft turnip leaves go put them out on your green lawn
For they never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Oh I wish the Queen of England would ride to 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 the dawn
And I never would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Fintan McHugh - The Rocks of Bawn Lyrics
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Come all ye loyal heroes and listen on to me
Don't hire with any master till you know what your work will be
You will rise up early in the morning from the clear day light 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
My curse it is upon you, Sweeney boy, 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 the dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Rise up, you gallant Sweeney, and give your horses hay
And give them a good feed of oats before they ride away
Don't feed them on soft turnip leaves go put them out on your green lawn
For they never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Oh I wish the Queen of England would ride to 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 the dawn
And I never would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Don't hire with any master till you know what your work will be
You will rise up early in the morning from the clear day light 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
My curse it is upon you, Sweeney boy, 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 the dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Rise up, you gallant Sweeney, and give your horses hay
And give them a good feed of oats before they ride away
Don't feed them on soft turnip leaves go put them out on your green lawn
For they never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Oh I wish the Queen of England would ride to 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 the dawn
And I never would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Writer: Trad. Trad.
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