Misc Traditional – Rocks Of Bawn (Guitar)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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.