The Rocks Of Bawn
(Trad arr O’Flynn/Brady ..IMRO)

Come all you loyal heroes wherever you might be
Don’t hire with any master till you know what your work will be
For he will rise you early from the clear daylight till dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn

Oh, rise up lovely Sweeney and give your horse some hay
and give him out a feed of oats before you start the day
Don’t feed him on soft turnips, take him to yon green lawn
And then he will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn

Well, my curse attend you Sweeney, you have me nearly robbed
you’re sitting by the fire side with your dúidín in your gob
Sitting by the fire side from the clear daylight till dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn

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