athenry

• çok ünlü bir irlanda halk şarkısına konu olmuştur. hikayesi irlanda patates kıtlığına (katliam) dayanır. (bkz: fields of athenry)
  
  but a lonely prison wall,
  ı 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
  
  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,
  ıts so lonely round the fields of athenry
  
  by a lonely prison wall
  ı heard a young man calling
  'nothing matters mary, when you're free'
  against the famine and the crown,
  ı rebelled, they brought me down
  now its lonely round the fields of athenry
  
  by a lonely harbour wall
  she watched the last star falling
  as the prison ship sailed out against the sky
  sure she'll live in hope and pray
  for her love in botney bay
  ıts so lonely round the fields of athenry