Rocks Of Bawn

	  		
verse 1 

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Come all ye loyal heroes and listen onto me. 
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Don't hire with any farmer till you know what your work will be 
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You will rise up in the morning from the clear day light of the dawn 
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and you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn. 

verse 2 

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My shoes they are worn and my stockings they are thin 
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My heart is always trembling now for fear they might give in 
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My heart is always trembling now from clear daylight of the dawn 
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And I never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn. 

verse 3 

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Rise up, gallant Sweeney, and get your horses hay 
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And give them a good feed of oats before they start away 
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Don't feed them on soft turnip sprigs that grow on your green lawn 
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Or they never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn. 

verse 4 

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My curse upon you, Sweeney boy, you have me nearly robbed 
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You're sitting by the fireside now, your feet upon the hob 
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You're sitting by the fireside now, from clear daylight of dawn 
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And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn 

Verse 5 

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I wish the Sergeant-Major would send for me in time 
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And place me in some regiment all in my youth and prime 
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I'd fight for Ireland's glory now, from the clear daylight of dawn 
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Before I would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn.