Dont[A] hire with any farmer 'till you[G] know what your work will[A] be

You will rise up early in the morning from the[G] clear day till the[A] dawn

And you[D] never[A] will be[D] able[A] for to plough the [G]rocks[A] of[D] Bawn

 

My shoes they are worn and my stockingh 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 never will be able for to plough the rocks of Bawn

 

Rise up gallant Sweeney and get your horses hay

And give them a good feen of oats before they start the away

Dont feed them on soft turnip sprigs that grow on your green land

Or they never will be able for to plough the rocks of Bawn

 

My curse upon you Sweeney boy you have me nearly robbed

You're sitting by the fireside now your feet upon the hob

You're sitting by the fireside now from the clear daylight 'till the dawn

And you never will be able now to plough the rocks of Bawn

 

I wish the sergeant major would send for me in time

And place me in some regiment all in my youth of prime

I'd fight for Ireland's glory now from the clear daylight 'till the dawn

Before I would return again to plough the rocks of Bawn