ST. JOHN, Pete
    
      
    
      
    The Fields of Athenry
  
    
      
    By a lonely prison wall
  
I heard a young girl calling
"Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan'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 man calling
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity"
    
      
    Low lie the fields of Athenry
  
    …..
    
      
    
      
    By a lonely harbour wall
  
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived in hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
    
      
    Low lie the fields of Athenry
  
    …..
    
      
    
      
    
      
    The Ferryman
  
    
      
    All the little boats are gone,
    
      
    From the breast of Anna Liffey,
    
      
    The ferrymen are stranded on the quay,
    
      
    Sure the Dublin docks are dying,
    
      
    And a way of life was gone,
    
      
    And Molly it was a part of you and me.
    
      
    
      
    Where the strawberry beds,
    
      
    Sweep down to the Liffey,
    
      
    You kiss away the worries from my brow,
    
      
    Cause I love you well today,
    
      
    And I'll love you more tomorrow,
    
      
    And if you ever loved me Molly love me now
    
      
    
      
    'Twas the only job I knew,
    
      
    It was hard but never lonely,
    
      
    The Liffey Ferry made a man of me,
    
      
    But it's gone without a whisper
    
      
    Half forgotten even now,
    
      
    Oh it's over Molly over can't you see
    
      
    
      
    But now I'll tend the yard,
    
      
    And I'll spend me days a talking
    
      
    I hear them whisper Charlie's on the dole
    
      
    But Molly we're still livin'
    
      
    and darling we're still young,
    
      
    That river never owned my heart and soul.