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.