Fields of Athenry

Ein traditionelles Lied, dass ich erstmals von einem Chattischen Krieger ind Hunters Pride gehört habe, der stets bestritt ein Barde zu sein.
However, whenever I hear this song I will remember you, singing it. Thank you, Fionn.

(Reimer, 82 nM)

By the lonely prison wall.
I heard a young girl calling.
Michael, they are taking you away,
for you stole Trevelyn's corn.
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prisonship 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.


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