"By a lonely prison wall,I heard a young man call '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 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 sthe prison ship sailed out against the sky For she lived to hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry."
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