The Rocks of Bawn - Liam O'Flynn, Paul Brady

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