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Fields of Athenry

Pete St. John

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
for you stole Travellyan´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
Our 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 ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity

Low lie the fields . . .

By a lonely harbour wall she watched the last star falling
as that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she’ll wait and hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay
It´s so lonely ´round the fields of Athenry

Low lie the fields . . .