The Rocks of Bawn
Traditional Irish song

Come all ye loyal heroes wherever that you be
Don't work for any master till you know what your work will be.
For you must rise up early from the clear daylight of dawn,
And I know that you'll never be a to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

My shoes they are all worn now, my stockings they are thin,
My heart is always trembling, afraid that I'll give in.
My heart is nearly broken from the clear daylight till dawn,
For I know I'll never be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

O' hear me gallant Sweeny for your fate I do bemoan
O' the rain is pelting on your face amongst the rocks and stones
Your work is hard and troublesome, though your step is like the fawn
but I know that you won't be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn

My curse upon you Sweeney, for you have me nearly robbed.
You’re sitting by your fireside with your dudgeen in your gob,
You’re sitting by your fireside from the clear daylight till dawn,
And I know you will never be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn.