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Rocks of Bawn [Verse 1]
CCome all ye loyal hFeroes and lCisten Fonto mCe. Don't Fhire with any fCarmer till you kFnow what your work will Ambe You will Frise up in the Cmorning from the cFlear day light of the daGwn and you Cnever will be aFble for to plCough the RFocks of BaCwn.
[Verse 2]
My Cshoes they are Fworn and my sCtockings they Fare tChin My hFeart is always tCrembling now for Ffear they might give Amin My Fheart is always Ctrembling now from cFlear daylight of the daGwn And I Cnever will be Fable for to plCough the RoFcks of BaCwn.
[Verse 3]
Rise Cup, gallant SFweeney, and Cget your Fhorses hCay And gFive them a good fCeed of oats beFfore they start aAmway Don't Ffeed them on soft Cturnip sprigs that Fgrow on your green lGawn Or they Cnever will be aFble for to plCough the RoFcks of BaCwn.
[Verse 4]
My Ccurse upon you, FSweeney boy, you Chave me Fnearly rCobbed You're Fsitting by the Cfireside now, your Ffeet upon the Amhob You're Fsitting by the fCireside now, from Fclear daylight of daGwn And you Cnever will be Fable for to Cplough the FRocks of CBawn
[Verse 5]
I Cwish the Sergeant-FMajor would sCend for Fme in tCime And Fplace me in some Cregiment all Fin my youth and Amprime I'd Ffight for Ireland's Cglory now, from the Fclear daylight of daGwn BefoCre I would reFturn again to Cplough the RFocks of BCawn.