There is an Isle A bonnie Isle Stands proudly from Stands proudly from the sea And dearer far than all this world Is that dear Isle Is that dear Isle to me It is not that alone it stands Where all around is fresh and fair But because, it is my native land And my home, my home is there But because, it is my native land And my home, my home is there

Farewell, farewell Though lands may meet May meet my gaze My gaze where e're I roam I shall not find A spot so fair As that dear Isle As that dear Isle to me It is not that alone it stands Where all around is fresh and fair But because, it is my native land And my home, my home is there But because, it is my native land And my home, my home is there.

The Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall I heard a a young girl calling Michael, they are taking you away. For you stole Travelian's corn, So the young might see the morn, Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

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Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small freebirds fly. Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing As we wandered through the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling,br>Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free Against the Famine and the Crown, I rebelled, they ran me down, Now you must raise our children with dignity.

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On the windswept harbour wall, She watched the last star falling As the prison ship sailed out across the sky But she'll wait and hope and pray, For her love in Botany Bay Whilst she's lonely round the fields of Athenry.

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The Banks of my own Lovely Lee How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay. When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow Down the Mardyke through each elm tree, Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee.

And then in the springtime of laughterr and song Can I ever forget the sweet hours? With the friends of my youth as we rambled along,br>'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers. Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest Sheds its golden light over the sea The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee

'Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song Its gems shed their light to the world And her faithful sons bore thro' ages of wrong, The standard St. Patrick unfurled. Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best And my fond bosom's partner with me We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee,

Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline To seek shells on thy sea- girdled shore. While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine Brings longing for freedom once more. Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave Is that my last crimson drop be for thee, To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee