Ma 12-17 Mar 2009

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling Micheal they are taking you away For you stole Trevelyn's corn So the young might see the morn. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay. Low lie the Fields of Athenry Where once we watched the sm

When on the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo Hurroo When on the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo Hurroo When on the road to sweet Athy, A stick in the hand, a drop in the eye A doleful damsel I did cry Johnny I hardly knew ya Where are the eyes that looked so mi