By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling Michael they are singing it again And it just goes on and on And I hate that blooming (bloody) song I'm so fed-up with the fields of Athenry
ch. Oh no not the fields of Athenry If I hear it one more time I'm going to cry They should ban the flaming (bloody) thing There are far better songs to sing I'm so fed-up with the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling Mary why do you think that I'm in here I hit the singer with my shillelagh Now I'm bound for old Australie But no more I'll hear the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbour wall I heard a young girl calling To a prison ship and saying wait for me Won't you let me come along Before they start that blooming (bloody) song I'm so fed up with the fields of Athenry