I got this from a mix-tape of a friend of mine, does anybody know the title of this slow air?
http://www.mediafire.com/?gammyyidxzt
Please & Thanks! =)
the rocks of bawn
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bwm0gSMloS0&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMuFVsEFxyw&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFGVy44sePw
Come all ye loyal heroes wherever that you be,
Don’t hire with any master till y’ know what your work will be;
For you must rise up early from the clear daylight till the dawn,
And you never will be able to plough the rocks of bawn.
My shoes they are well worn now, my stockings they are thin,
My heart is always trembling a-feared that I’d give in;
My heart is nearly broken from the clear daylight till dawn,
And I never will be able to plough the rocks of bawn.
My curse upon you, Sweeney, you nearly have me robbed,
You’re sitting by the fireside with your feet upon the hob;
You’re sitting by the fireside from the clear daylight till the dawn,
And you never will be able to plough the rocks of bawn.
Rise up, rise up, young Sweeney, and give your horse its hay,
And give him as a feed of oats before you start away;
Don’t feed him on soft turnips and go on to your green lawn,
And then ye might be able to plough the rocks of bawn.
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 clear daylight till the dawn,
And I never would return again to plough the rocks of bawn.
X:1
T: THE ROCKS OF BAWN
M:3/4
Q:1/4=80
K:E
E6|G4E2|F4E2|C2E4|-E4C2|B,4E2|E4E2|E6|-E4GB|
c4c2|B4c2|BGE4|-E4FG3/4A/4|-A4AB|GFE2E2|C6|
-C4B2|c4c2|B4c2|BGE4|-E2F2G2|A4B2|GFE2E2|
C3EC2|B,4B3/4B5/4|B2G2EE3/4F/4|-F2E2E2|C2E4|
-E4C2|B,4E2|E4E2|E6|-E6||
This is not a Slow Air as such but a Street Ballad probably sung like this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69Hy8UhSKm4&feature=related 
Finally these are the original words printed in 1922 Attributed to Patrick Kelly 1879-1940
Uilliam, wht can ye come up wi for ‘The Bold trainer, O’?
While it’s certainly known as The Rocks of Bawn in piping circles, the Clancy version isn’t quite the air Liam posted. Closely related enough to be called a ‘version’, certainly… but isn’t it also melodically related to Casadh an tSugain, another air Clancy played?
Yes
it is a variant of a much older Gaelic song-tune Casadh an tSugain (the winding of the Hayrope)
(booklet: the pipering of Willie Clancy, volume 1)
Thanks Bill yer right 
Take a look at this version…mmmmhhhh..different
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgEX_ZWYWGs&feature=related 
Well I am not Uilliam, but here PDF of sheet music
The ABC from the fiddler’s companion.
X:1
T:My Bold Trainor O
M:6/8
L:1/8
R:Air
N:”With feeling”
S:O’Neill – Music of Ireland (1903), No. 462
Z:AK/Fiddler’s Companion
K:D
DEF|G2A c2B|AF2 E2D|D2F A2B|cB2 z2A|d2F GA2|F3 D2F|E3 D2D|D3||
FGA|B2B c2B|BA2 A2F|ABc d2e|(d3 d2)A|B2A d2B|AF2 D2E|D3 D2E|D3||
Is this you ChasR 
Bold Trainor O on UP
Words for it I cannot find as yet.
David
Looks like Uilliam got in while I was trying to find the lyrics.
I can only find the first line :-
I am a young damsel that lies here in
The song is in The Madden Ballads collection.
This is one frae my old stomping ground in Camden town rather nice
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVRUdeyRpPE
I like the slower version of Casadh an tSúgáin played on The CHIEFTAINS 1 CD Track 9 http://www.cduniverse.com/search/xx/music/pid/1098033/a/Chieftains+1.htm (sound clip) http://www.thechieftains.com/discography/disc_01.asp
and David Power Cuaichín Ghleann Neifín CD track 8
Cheers
Ferg
Casadh an tSúgáin
A Rí na bhfeart cad do chas ins a’ dúiche seo mé?
‘S gur mó cailín deas a gheobhainn im’ dhúthaigín beag féin;
Gur casadh mé isteach mar a raibh searc agus rún geal mo chléibh,
Is chuir an tseanbhean amach mé ag casadh an tsúgáinín féir.
Cúrfá:
Má bhíonn tú liom, a stóirín mo chroí,
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom os comhair an tsaoil;
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom gach orlach de do chroí,
Is é mo lom go fann nach liom Dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí
Tá mo cheannsa liath le bliain is ní le críonnacht é,
Ní bheathaíonn na briathra na bráithre pé sa domhan scéal é;
Is táim i do dhiaidh le bliain is gan fáil agam ort féin,
Is gur geall le fia mé ar sliabh go mbeadh gáir chon ina dhéidh.
Curfá
Do threabfainn, d’fhuirsinn, chuirfinn síol ins a’ chré,
'S do dhéanfainn obair shocair, álainn, mhín, réidh,
Do chuirfinn crú fén each is mire shiúil riamh ar féar,
Is ná héalaodh bean le fear ná déanfadh san féin.
Curfá
The translation is as follows:
The Twisting of the Straw Rope
Oh God Almighty, what drove me to this district?
When it’s many a fine lass I’d find in my own townland
I called into the house of my own true love
And the old woman put me twisting rope until I was outside the door.
Chorus:
If you’ll be mine be mine, oh treasure of my heart,
If you’ll be mine be mine, before the whole world,
If you’ll be mine be mine, every inch of your heart,
Alas that you are not my wife this Sunday!
My head is grey and it’s not from old age
Fair words butter no parships anyway!
I’m after you now for a year and it’s useless
And I’m like a deer on the moor and the hounds are yelping after me!
Chorus
I would plow, I would toil, I would sow seed in the clay
And I would do a steady, beautiful, smooth and even job
I would shoe the maddest horse ever to walk on grass
And the woman still wouldn’t elope with a man who would that