come all you loyal heroes and listen on to me don t hire with any master till you know what your work will be for he will rise you early from the clear day light till the dawn and you never will be able for 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 don t 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 my curse upon you sweeney you have me nearly robbed you re sitting by the fireside now your feet upon the hob you re sitting by the fireside from the clear daylight till the dawn and you never will be able now to plough the rocks of bawn i wish the queen of england would send for me in time and place me in some regiment all in my youth of prime i d fight for ireland s glory from the clear daylight till the dawn and i would never return again to plough the rocks of bawn