Notes
nice day out. try to get a little more effort last 10 or so minutes
Oh, Father dear, I oft times hear you talk of Erin's Isle, Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say it is a pretty place where in a prince might dwell, Oh, then why did you abandon it, the reason do me tell? Oh, son I loved my native land with energy and pride 'Til a blight came upon my crops, and the sheep and cattle died, The rent and taxes were so pay, I could not them redeem, And that's the cruel reason why, I left old Skibbereen. Oh, It's well I do remember, that cold December day, The landlord and the sheriff came, to drive us all away They set my roof on fire, with their demon yellow spleen And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen. Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground, She fainted o'er in anguish, desolation all around. She did not rise, but passed away, from life to immortal dream, She found a quiet grave, my 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 and heaved a sigh, and said goodbye, to dear old Skibbereen Its well I do remember, the year of '48 When erins sons they rose again to battle against their fate I was hunted through the mountains as a traitor to the queen And thats another reason why I left old Skibbereen. Oh father dear, the day will come when vengeance loud will call and Erins sons will rally round, together one and all and I will be the man to lead the van, beneath the flag of green And loud and high we'll raise the cry, Revenge for Skibbereen!