The Fields of Athenry --- Pete St. John
By a [G]lonely prison wall,
I [C]heard a young girl [G]call-[D]ing,
[G]“Michael, they are [C]taking you a-[D]way.
For you [G]stole Trevelyan’s [C]corn
So the [G]young might see the [D]morn.
Now a prison ship lies [D7]waiting in the [G]bay.
[G]Low [C]lie the [G]fields of Athen-[Em]ry,
Where [G]once we watched the [C]small free birds [D]fly.
Our [G]love was on the [C]wing; we had [G]dreams and songs to [D]sing.
It’s so lonely ‘round the [D7]fields of Athen-[G]ry.
By a [G]lonely prison wall,
I [C]heard a young man [G]call-[D]ing,
[G]“Nothing matters, [C]Mary, when you’re [D]free.
Against the [G]famine and the [C]Crown
I re-[G]belled; they ran me [D]down.
Now you must raise our [D7]child with digni-[G]ty.”
[G]Low [C]lie the [G]fields of Athen-[Em]ry,
Where [G]once we watched the [C]small free birds [D]fly.
Our [G]love was on the [C]wing; we had [G]dreams and songs to [D]sing.
It’s so lonely ‘round the [D7]fields of Athen-[G]ry.
By a [G]lonely harbour wall
She [C]watched the last star [G]fall-[D]ing.
As that [G]prison ship sailed [C]out against the [D]sky.
Sure, she’ll [G]wait and hope and [C]pray
For her [G]love in Botany [D]Bay.
It’s so lonely ‘round the [D7]fields of Athen-[G]ry.
[G]Low [C]lie the [G]fields of Athen-[Em]ry,
Where [G]once we watched the [C]small free birds [D]fly.
Our [G]love was on the [C]wing; we had [G]dreams and songs to [D]sing.
It’s so lonely ‘round the [D7]fields of Athen-[G]ry.