The Rocks of Bawn Songtext
von Arcady

Come all ye loyal heroes wherever you may be
Don′t hire with any master till you know what your work will be
For you must rise up early from the clear daylight till dawn
Or else you won't be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn


My curse attend you, Sweeney, you have me nearly robbed
You are sitting by the fireside with your doodeen in your gob
You are sitting by the fireside from the clear daylight till dawn
And I′m afraid you won't be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn

My shoes they are well worn now, and my socks are getting thin
And my heart is always trembling for fear they might let in
My heart is always trembling from the clear daylight till dawn
I'm afraid I won′t be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn

I wish the sergeant major would write 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 dawn
And I never would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn