Come all you loyal heroes,
Don't hire with any farmer,
till you know what your work will be.
For you must rise up early,
from the clear daylight till dawn,
And you never will be able
For to plough the rocks of Vaughan
My shoes they are well worn now
And my stockings they are thin
My heart is always trembling
For fear that I'd give in
My heart is nearly broken
from the clear daylight till dawn
for to plough the rocks of Bonn
My curse attend you, Sweeney,
for you have me nearly robbed.
You're sittin' by your fireside
with your feet upon the hog,
And you're sittin' by your fireside
from the clear daylight till dawn,
And you never will be able
far to plough the rocks of Bonn.
Oh, rise up, lovely Sweeney,
and give your horse some hay,
And give him a good feed of oats
Don't feed him on soft turnips,
take him down to your green lawn
And then you might be able
for to plough the rocks of Bonn
Now I wish the Queen of England
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
for to plough the rocks of Bonn.
