[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]
And low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
Our love was on the wing, (Sinn Féin!)
We had dreams and songs to sing, (IRA!)
Now, it's lonely round the fields of Athenry.

[Chorus]
And low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
Our love was on the wing, (Sinn Féin!)
We had dreams and songs to sing, (IRA!)
Now, it's lonely round the fields of Athenry.

[Verse]
By a lonely Drumcree hill, thousands waiting still,
For they want to walk the streets of Portadown,
With there sashes and their flutes,
Bowler hats and Sunday suits,
But they'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
And low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
So, if your going to Drumcree,
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
Cause you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Hook]
If your going to Drumcree,
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
Cause you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
And low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
So, if your going to Drumcree,
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
Cause you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Outro]
So, if your going to Drumcree,
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
Cause you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road.