The Rocks of Bawn

Come all ye loyal heroes and listen unto me Don't hire with any master till you know what your work will be You will rise up in the morning from the clear daylight till dawn And I fear you won't be able to plough the rocks of Bawn

My shoes they are well worn now and my stockings they are thin My heart is always trembling now for fear they might give in My heart is always trembling now from the clear daylight till dawn And I fear I won't be able to plough the rocks of Bawn

I wish the Queen of England would write to me in time And place me in some regiment all in my youth and prime I would fight for Ireland's glory from the clear daylight till dawn Before I would return again to plough the rocks of Bawn