Skibbereen, song

Rocky Ivors, singing in English
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Oh father dear I oft times hear you speak of Erin's isle
Her lofty scenes and valleys green her mountains rude and wild
They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell
Oh why did you abandon it the reason to me tell.

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

Oh well I do remember that bleak November's day
That landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away
They set my roof on fire with his cursed English 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 in her anguish seeing the desolation round
She never rose but passed away from life too mortal dream
And found a quiet grave my boy in dear old Skibbereen.

And you were only two years old and feeble was your sing
I could not leave you with my friends you bore your father’s name
I wrapped you in my cóta mór as the dead of night unseen
I haved aside and bid goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.

Oh father dear the day will come when the answer to the call
Each Irish man with feelings down will rally one and all
I’ll be the man to lead the van beneath the flag of green
When loud and high will raise the cry revenge for Skibbereen.