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The Rocks of Bawn - Irish Folk Song

An Irish folk song about the hardship and hopelessness of trying to farm on poor land, I always thought it was a Cavan song although there seems to be debate about that. Here is a link to an article i found tracing the origins of the song. it's likely to be from the 1700s. https://www.irishtimes.com/opinion/cl... Im not sure where i heard it first but this is the way i learned it. Lyrics below; Come all you loyal heroes wherever you might be Don’t hire with any master till you know what your work will be For he will rise you in the morning from the clear daylight till dawn And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn My shoes they are well worn, 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 dawn, im afraid i wont be able for to plough the rocks of Bawn. Oh, rise up lovely Sweeney and give your horse some hay and give him out a feed of oats before you start the day Don’t feed him on soft turnips, take him to yon green lawn or you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn Well, my curse upon you Sweeney, you have me nearly robbed you’re sitting by the fire side with your dúidín in your gob Sitting by the fire side from the clear daylight till dawn And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn Oh I wish the Queen of England would send for me in time And place me in some regiment all in my youth and prime And I’d fight for Ireland’s glory from the clear daylight till dawn And I never will return again for to plough the Rocks Of Bawn