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Oh, come on 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 the dawn,
And I know you'll ne'er be able
to plough the rocks of bawn.
Well, it's rise up, lovely Sweeney,
and give your horse some hay,
Yes, give him a good feed of oats
before you ride away;
Don't feed him on soft turnips,
put him out on your green lawn,
And I know you'll ne'er be able
to plough the rocks of bawn.
Well, my curse upon you, Sweeney,
for you have me nearly robbed,
A-sittin' by the fireside
with your dudeen in your gob;
You're sitting by the fireside
from the clear daylight till the dawn,
And I know you'll ne'er be able
to plough the rocks of bawn.
Now my shoes they are well worn out,
and my stockings they are thin,
My heart is always trembling
for fear that you let in;
Yes, my heart is always trembling
from the clear daylight till the dawn,
And I know you'll ne'er be able
to plough the rocks of bawn.
Now, I wish the queen of England
would write to me in time,
And put me in some regiment
all in my youth and prime;
I'd fight for Ireland's glory
from the clear daylight till the dawn,
And I never would return again
to plough the rocks of bawn.
No, I never would return again
to plough the rocks of bawn.
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