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Traditional Irish folk song circa: 1880

video here: youtu.be/wlKq2vDcg-0


Oh father dear I often hear you speak of Erin’s Isle
Her lofty scenes her valleys green her mountains rude and wild
They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince may dwell
Why did you abandon it? The reason to me tell

Oh son i loved my native land with energy and pride
Until a blight came o’er my crops, my sheep and cattle died
My rent and taxes were too high I could not them redeem
That’s the cruel reason that I left old Skibereen

Well I do remember that bleak december day
The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away
They set my roof on fire with a cursed English spleen
And that’s another reason I left old Skibereen

Your mother too god rest her soul fell on the snowy ground
She fainted in her anguish seeing desolation round
She never rose but passed away from life to mortal dream
And found a quiet grave my boy in dear old Skibereen

You were only two years old and feeble was your frame
I could not leave you with my friends you bore your father’s name
I wrapped you in my cotamore in the dead of the night unseen
I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibereen

Oh father dear the day may come when in answer to the call
Each Irishman with feeling stern will rally one and all
I’ll be the man to lead the van beneath the flag of green
When loud and high we’ll raise the cry remember Skibereen



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