by a lonely prison wall,
i heard a young girl call:
michael, they have taken 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