By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan’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 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 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
By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived in hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely round the Fields Of Athenry