Come all ye loyal heroes wherever you may be Don't hire with any master till you know what your work will be You will rise up 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 give your horse some hay And give them a good feed of oats before they stray away Don't feed them on soft turnip put them out on your green lawn Or they 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 with your dúidín in your gob You're sitting by the fireside now from clear daylight till the dawn And you never will be able for to plough the rocks of bawn My shoes they are well worn and my stockings they are thin My heart is always trembling for fear they might give in My heart is always trembling from the clear daylight till the dawn And I never will be able for to plough the rocks of bawn I wish the queen of england she would call 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 till dawn And I never would return again to plough the rocks of baw