The Rocks of Bawn
A delightful Irish tune
Arrangement Mike Magatagan 2012 (Clarinet Part)
Noel Cassidy . . .
A Celtic Tapestry
Come all ye loy-al he-roes wher-ev-er you may be
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Don't hire with any ma-a-st-er till you know what your wo-o-rk may be
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For you must rise up ea-rl-y from the clear daylight till the dawn
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For else you wont be a- b l e to plough the rocks of Bawn
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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.