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Rocks of Bawn

(traditional - arrangment: Joe Dolce)

Come all you local heros wherever you may be
Don't you work for any master
Till you know what your work will be
For you will rise up early
From the clear daylight to dark
And I know that you'll never be able
To plough the Rocks of Bawn

My shoes they are all worn now,
My stockings they are thin
My heart is always trembling,
Afraid that I'll give in
My heart is nearly broken
From the clear daylight to dark
For I know I'll never be able
To plough the Rocks of Bawn

Dee dee, dee dee, dee dee dum
Dee dee, dee dee, dee dum.

A curse upon you Sweeny,
For you have me nearly robbed
You're sitting by your fireside
With your dudgeen in your gob
You're sitting by your fireside
From the clear daylight to dark
And I know you will never be able
To plough the Rocks of Bawn

I wish some Sergeant-Major
Would send for me in time
And place me in some regiment
All in my youth and prime
I'd fight for Ireland's glory,
From the clear daylight to dark
And I never would return
To plough the Rocks of Bawn .

Dee dee, dee dee, dee dee dum
Dee dee, dee dee, dee dum.

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