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Lyrics of The Fields of Athenry

The town of Athenry is immortalised in the song 'The Fields of Athenry' which was written by Pete St. John in the 1970s. It tells the story of a young man who is caught stealing corn from Lord Trevelyn during the Irish Famine and who is deported to Botany Bay in Australia as punishment.

The song has been recorded by several Irish Artists, the most successful of which was Paddy Reilly whose recording remained in the Irish Charts for 72 weeks in 1983.
It may now be regularly heard on terraces and stands throughout Ireland and internationally as it has been adopted by Rugby and Football teams.

 
 
The Fields of Athenry
 
by
 
Pete St. John
 
By a lonely prison wall 
I heard a young girl calling 
Micheal they are taking you away 
For you stole Trevelyn'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 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 ran me down 
Now you must raise our child with dignity. 

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 harbor wall 
She watched the last star falling 
As 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. 

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.

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