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Dropkick Murphys Fields of Athenry Promotional Single Given away free with match programme at Celtics |
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Fields of Athenry
Written by Pete St. John
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyn’s corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay
(chorus)
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 prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters, Mary when you’re free
Against the famine and the Crown
I rebelled they ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity
By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she’ll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely ’round the Fields of Athenry.
Buried Alive
Written by Dropkick Murphys
Nothing they could do just sit down there
As the black closed all around them
And the water rose so quick and cold
An unlikely place to drown
(chorus)
Nine in the mine, trapped down below
Down! Down! Down in the ground
And this would be the day I didn’t kiss my wife goodbye
Take care of my family, I’m buried alive
They held their heads up high
As they strugged hard to breathe
And asked the Lord to open his arms
For the nine souls he’d receive
They lashed themselves together
So in Death all might be found
And prayed there for a miracle
Some twenty-four stories down