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THE  FIELDS  OF  ATHENRY
(Trad. Irish)

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

Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we saw the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing.
Now 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 in dignity!"

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By a lonely harbour wall she watched the last star falling,
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky.
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her life in Botany Bay.
Now it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry...


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