Maidens IV - Rocks of the Bawn | Текст песни

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• Maidens IV
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Come all you loyal heros and listen on to me
Dont hire with any farmer 'till you know what your work will be
You will rise up early in the morning from the clear day till the dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the rocks of 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

I know that one day, I will leave this farmer’s plough, I will drop this yoke of service, for in
the new regiment with the new sergeant Majors my crown, is my crown.

A curse upon you Sweeny boy, you have me nearly robbed, you’re sitting by the fireside your feet upon
the hob, your sitting by the fireside from clear daylight ‘till dawn. And never more be able 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

Rise up my gallant Sweeny, and get your horses hay, and give them a good feed of oats before they
start the day. Don’t feed them on soft turnip sprigs that grow on yon green lawn, or they never more’ll
be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn

I wish the Sergeant Major would send for me in time, and place me in some regiment while in my
youth and prime, I’d fight for Ireland’s glory now, from clear daylight till dawn, before I would return
again to plough the Rocks of Bawn

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