Images Of Ireland

 

Fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling,
Michael, they have taken you away.
For you stole Travelian'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 freebirds fly.
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing
As we wandered through 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.

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small freebirds fly.
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing
As we wandered through the fields of Athenry.

On the windswept harbour wall,
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
But she'll watch and hope and pray,
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

Yes it's lonely round the fields of Athenry.

 

 

 

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