Come[D] all you[A] loyal[D] he[A]ros and listen[G] on to [D]me
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
