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Song Name: The Rocks of Bawn By: Traditional
Posted By: meanon Difficulty: Any
Key: Any Genre: Irish
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2013-03-22 17:40:22 Modified: 2013-04-05 00:16:34
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Song:
The Rocks of Bawn 

A delightful  Irish tune 
 
Arrangement Mike Magatagan  2012  (Clarinet Part)
http://musescore.com/mike_magatagan/scores/59073#

Noel Cassidy . . . 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASQbUcx04-c

A Celtic Tapestry
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQGPDW1bupQ

Come all ye loy-al he-roes wher-ev-er you may be
6 -7 6 -6 6 5 6 5 -4 6 6 6 6


Don't hire with any ma-a-st-er till you know what your wo-o-rk may be
-7 -8 8 8 -8 8 -8 -7 6 -6 -7 7 7 -8 -7 -6 6 6 5


For you must rise up ea-rl-y from the clear daylight till the dawn
-8 8 8 -8 8 -8 -7 6 -6 -7 7 -8 -7-6 6 6 5 -4


For else you wont be a- b l e to plough the rocks of Bawn
-8 -8 -8 -7 6 6 -6 6 5 6 5 -4 6 6 6 6
Lyrics (lots of variations): Come all ye loyal heroes and listen on to me. Don't hire with any farmer till you know what your work will be You will rise up early in the morning from the clear day light till the dawn and you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn. My curse upon you, Sweeney boy, you have me nearly robbed You're sitting by the fireside now, your feet upon the hob You're sitting by the fireside now, from clear daylight till dawn And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn My shoes they are worn and my stockings they are thin My heart is always trembling now for fear they might give in My heart is always trembling now from clear daylight till the dawn And I never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn. I wish the 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 now, from the clear daylight till dawn Before I would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn.
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