The blackbird sings in the town of Kings
And I am a very young boy,
Getting up in the gloom of my own bedroom
In Bridge Street Athenry.
On my way to school I would wait as a rule
For my pals to gather in the Square,
Play pitch and toss by the old Norman cross
Or our home work together we’d share.
When our school day was done we’d go for a run
Round the Pound or by the river we’d play,
Then up the Old Court we had plenty of sport
In its ruins we spent many a day.
Then off down the hill to Taylor’s sawmill
Fish for trout in the fast running stream,
Off then for a rally in our famous ball ally
For our days never ended t’would seem.
The places we played as our footsteps strayed
On the walls of our ancient town;
These halcyon days and fond boyhood days
Too soon were a past history.
For there came the day when I wandered away
But you’re still such a fond memory.
To return how I long but my friends are all gone
To a place where it’s better to be.
It has changed so they say but for ever t’will stay
My beloved Baile Ath an Riogh.
Just when daylight ends my dream ever tends
Back to places and friends it would fly,
And I’d see them I know like in the old days long ago
In my home town of old Athenry.