The Fields of Athenry By lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling. "Michael, they're taking you away, For you stole Travallian's corn So the young might see the morn, Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay." Chorus Low lies the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free bird fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing. So lonely round the fields of Athenry. By lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling, "Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free. It's the Empire and the Crown, I rebel, they cut me down, Now you must raise our son with dignity." Chorus By lonely harbour wall, She watched the last hour falling, As the prison ship sailed out against the sky For she knelt and she did pray For her love on Botany Bay It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. Chorus
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
