Cifras
Rocks Of Bawn

Tono: C

Introducción:

 C                                   F                   C         F         C 
Come all ye loyal heroes and listen onto me.
             F                           C                             F                                             Am 
Don't hire with any farmer till you know what your work will be
                   F                           C                                 F                                             G 
You will rise up in the morning from the clear day light of the dawn
                 C                           F                       C                 F                 C 
and you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.
verse 2
       C                           F                       C                         F       C 
My shoes they are worn and my stockings they are thin
         F                             C                               F                                       Am 
My heart is always trembling now for fear they might give in
       F                             C                                     F                                           G 
My heart is always trembling now from clear daylight of the dawn
             C                         F                         C                   F               C 
And I never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.
verse 3
           C                       F                     C               F             C 
Rise up, gallant Sweeney, and get your horses hay
           F                               C                         F                               Am 
And give them a good feed of oats before they start away
             F                                 C                                   F                                     G 
Don't feed them on soft turnip sprigs that grow on your green lawn
                 C                           F                       C                   F               C 
Or they never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.
verse 4
       C                             F                               C             F             C 
My curse upon you, Sweeney boy, you have me nearly robbed
               F                           C                                   F                         Am 
You're sitting by the fireside now, your feet upon the hob
               F                             C                                 F                                     G 
You're sitting by the fireside now, from clear daylight of dawn
                 C                         F                     C                   F               C 
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn
Verse 5
     C                                 F                       C             F           C 
I wish the Sergeant-Major would send for me in time
         F                               C                       F                             Am 
And place me in some regiment all in my youth and prime
         F                                     C                                     F                                     G 
I'd fight for Ireland's glory now, from the clear daylight of dawn
         C                       F                         C                     F               C 
Before I would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn.