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Thread #91364   Message #1737888
Posted By: GUEST,JTT
11-May-06 - 07:18 AM
Thread Name: Songs about loss of pay, low wages
Subject: Lyr Add: THE ROCKS OF BAWN
The Rocks of Bawn


Come all you 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
I'm afraid you'll ne'er be able to plough the rocks of Bawn.

And arise up gallant Sweeney, and give your horse some hay
And give him a good feed of oats, before you go away
Don't feed him on soft turnip, put him out on your green lawn
Or I'm afraid he'll ne'er be able to plough the rocks of Bawn.

And oh Sweeney, lovely Sweeney, you have me in great dismay
Your walking among the stones and rocks, your hair is turning gray
Your walking among the stones and rocks, your step is like a fawn
I'm afraid you'll ne'er be able to plough the rocks of Bawn.

And my curse attend you Sweeney, you have me nearly robbed
Your sitting by the fireside, with your dúidín in your gob
Your sitting by the fireside, from the clear daylight till dawn
I'm afraid you'll ne'er be able to plough the rocks of Bawn.

My hands they are well worn now, my stockings they are thin
My heart is always trembling, I'm afraid I might give in
My heart is always trembling, from the clear daylight till dawn
I'm afraid I'll ne'er be able to plough the rocks of Bawn.

And I wish the Queen of England would send for me in time
And place me in a regiment, all in my youth and prime
I would fight for Ireland's glory from the clear daylight till the dawn
But I never would return again to plough the rocks of Bawn.