Fields of Athenry Christy Moore
By the l[G]onely prison wall. I
h[C]eard a young girl c[G]all[D7]ing.
M[G]ichael, they are t[C]aking you a[D7]way, for you
[G]stole Trevelyn's c[C]orn. So the y[G]oung might see the [D7]morn.
[D7]Now a prisonship lies waiting in the [G]bay.
[G]Low l[C]ie, the F[G]ields of A[Em]thenry, where
[G]once we watched the small free birds [D7]fly. Our
[G]love was on the w[C]ing, we had d[G]reams and songs to s[D7]ing.
It's so [D7]lonely 'round the fields of Athen[G]ry.
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 ran me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity.
By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling.
And that prison ship sailed out against the sky.
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray,
for her love in Botany Bay.
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry