The Rocks Of Bawn

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