I've been a wild rover for many a year,

And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer,

But now I'm returning with gold in great store,

And I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus

And it's no, nay, never

No, nay, never, no more,

Will I play the rover

No never, no more.

I went to an ale house I used to frequent,

And I told the landlady my money was spent.

I asked her for credit, she answered me nay.

Such custom like yours I could have any day.

Chorus...

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright,

And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight,

She said, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,

And I'll take you upstairs, and I'll show you the rest."

Chorus...

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done,

And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.

And if they caress me as oft times before,

I never will play the wild rover no more!

Chorus...

By a lonely prison wall,

I heard a young girl call:

"Michael, they have taken you away,

For you stole Trevelyn's corn,

So the young might see the mourn.

Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Refrain:

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 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."

Refrain:

By a lonely harbor wall,

She watched the last star fall

As the 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.

Refrain:

Seo dhibh a cháirde duan óglaigh,

Cathréimeach briomhar ceolmhar,

ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid,

'S an spéir go min réaltogach

Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo

'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht do'n ló

Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoiche ar seol:

Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann

Curfá:

Sinne Firnna Fáil

A tá fé gheall ag éirinn,

buion dár slua

Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn,

Fé mhóid bheith saor.

Sean tír ár sinsir feasta

Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná fén tráil

Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil,

Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil

Le guna screach fé lámhach na bpiléar

Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann.

Cois bánta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe,

Ba bhuachach ár sinsir romhainn,

Ag lámhach go tréan fé'n sár-bhrat séin

Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta

Ba dhúchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh

Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir,

'S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad

Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann

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