By lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling:
"Michael they are taking you away.
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
so your 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 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".
By 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.
T: Traditionel, Bearbejdning & Musik: Pete St John 1972