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FIELDS OF ATHENRY - Pete St. John

A beautiful Irish ballad about transportation.

Stay Free > Fields of Athenry

Along the prison wall I heard a young girl calling
Michael they have taken you away
For you stole Trevellyan’s corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay

CHORUS
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small seabirds fly
A love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Now it’s lonely round the fields of Athenry

Along the prison wall I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you’re free
Twixt the famine and the crown
I rebelled they cut me down
Now you must raise our child in dignity

CHORUS

Along the harbour wall I heard a young girl calling
As the prison ship sailed out against the bay
She will live in hope, and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
Now it’s lonely round the fields of Athenry

CHORUS