Dawn is a townland near Bromahaire. Muralec Davis Buggawn 69 yrs gave this song to his niece. He says it was sung in that district 100 years ago.
Come all ye loyal heroes
Wherever that ye be
Don't hire with your master
Till you know what your work will be.
For you must rise up early
From the clear daylight till dawn
And I fear you won't be able
To plough the rocks of Bawn
And give your horse some hay
And give to him a feed of oats
Before you go away.
Don't feed him on soft turnips,
Take him down to your green lawn.
And then you might be able,
To plough the rocks of Bawn. My curse attend young Sweeney,
you have me nearly robbed,
You are sitting by the fireside