[Verse]
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 the prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

[Chorus]
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 around the fields of Athenry.

[Verse]
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,
So you must raise our child with dignity."

[Chorus]
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 around the fields of Athenry.

[Verse]
By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling,
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky,
For she'll wait in hope and pray,
For her love in Botany Bay,
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

[Chorus]
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 around the fields of Athenry.

[Verse]
On a lousy Drumcree hill, ten thousand Orangemen waiting,
Because they want to walk the streets of Portadown,
With there sashes and their flutes,
And their bowler hats and suits,
But they won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly,
It's plain for all to see,
Take a tent to Drumcree,
Cause you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly,
It's plain for all to see,
Take a tent to Drumcree,
Cause you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly,
Oh, it's plain for all to see,
Take a tank to Drumcree,
Because you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.