Come all ye loyal heroes wherever you may be Don't hire with any master till you know what your work will be For you must rise up early from the clear daylight till dawn Or else you won't be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn My curse attend you, Sweeney, you have me nearly robbed You are sitting by the fireside with your doodeen in your gob You are sitting by the fireside from the clear daylight till dawn And I'm afraid you won't be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn My shoes they are well worn now, and my socks are getting thin And my heart is always trembling for fear they might let in My heart is always trembling from the clear daylight till dawn I'm afraid I won't be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn I wish the sergeant major would write to 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 Bawn