Lyrics Skibbereen - The Dubliners
Oh
father
dear,
I
oft-times
hear
you
speak
of
Erin′s
isle
Her
lofty
hills,
her
valleys
green,
her
mountains
rude
and
wild
They
say
she
is
a
lovely
land
wherein
a
saint
might
dwell
So
why
did
you
abandon
her,
the
reason
to
me
tell.
Oh
son,
I
loved
my
native
land
with
energy
and
pride
Till
a
blight
came
o'er
the
praties;
my
sheep,
my
cattle
died
My
rent
and
taxes
went
unpaid,
I
could
not
them
redeem
And
that′s
the
cruel
reason
why
I
left
old
Skibbereen.
Oh
well
do
I
remember
that
bleak
December
day
The
landlord
and
the
sheriff
came
to
take
us
all
away
They
set
my
roof
on
fire
with
their
cursed
English
spleen
I
heaved
a
sigh
and
bade
goodbye
to
dear
old
Skibbereen.
Your
mother
too,
God
rest
her
soul,
fell
on
the
stony
ground
She
fainted
in
her
anguish
seeing
desolation
'round
She
never
rose
but
passed
away
from
life
to
immortal
dream
She
found
a
quiet
grave,
me
boy,
in
dear
old
Skibbereen.
And
you
were
only
two
years
old
and
feeble
was
your
frame
I
could
not
leave
you
with
my
friends
for
you
bore
your
father's
name
I
wrapped
you
in
my
cóta
mór
in
the
dead
of
night
unseen
I
heaved
a
sigh
and
bade
goodbye
to
dear
old
Skibbereen.
Oh
father
dear,
the
day
will
come
when
in
answer
to
the
call
All
Irish
men
of
freedom
stern
will
rally
one
and
all
I′ll
be
the
man
to
lead
the
band
beneath
the
flag
of
green
And
loud
and
clear
we′ll
raise
the
cheer,
Revenge
for
Skibbereen!
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