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Tommy O'Sullivan (2013) The Rocks of Bawn

O'Sullyvan's Courthouse Pub in Dingle THE ROCKS OF BAWN Come all you loyal heroes, wherever you may be. Don’t hire with any farmer till you know the kind he is: You’ll get up there in the morning – from the clear daylight of dawn, And ‘tis then you’ll have to tackle up and plough the rocks of Bawn. ‘Rise up, rise up young Sweeney, and give the horses hay. Go give them a good feed of oats before you start the day. Don’t feed them in mash turnip, let them out in yon green lawn, And ‘tis then you might be able for to plough the rocks of Bawn.’ My shoes they are all worn and my stockings are getting thin, And my heart is always trembling, what fear I would give in. My heart is always trembling for the clear daylight of dawn. I’m afraid I won’t be able for to plough the rocks of Bawn. I wish that Patrick Sarsfield would write to me in time, And place me in some reg’ment while in my youth and prime. I would fight for Ireland’s glory from the clear daylights of dawn, But I never would return again to plough the rocks of Bawn. My curse upon you Sweeney and you have me nearly robbed, You’re sitting by the fireside with your dúidín* in you gob. You’re sitting by the fireside from the clear daylight till dawn And I know you won’t be able for to plough the rocks of Bawn. It is true that I must ramble, it is true that I must go. It is true that I must ramble from my dear old Irish home. My poor ould heart is breaking for the clear daylight of dawn, For I know I won’t return no more to plough the rocks of Bawn.