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The fields of Athenry

words and music: Pete St. John


By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling
Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

[Chorus] By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star fall
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived to hope and pray
for her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.