The Fields of Athenry

(Recording starts here) 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, 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 harbor wall, she watched the last star fall, As the prison ship sailed out against the sky, For she lived to hope and pray...