Bawn is a townland near Dromahaire. 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 Come rise up lovely Sweeney. 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 firesideJeaic Mag FhinnAnaithnidArielle SoussanArielle Soussan