Brian O'donnell Bad News
By the 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 shot us 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 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.
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 the 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 shot us 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.
