文本歌词

Skibbereen - Mark Britten
Oh Father dear
I ofter hear you speck of erin's Isle
Her lofty scene her valleys green
Her mountains rude and wild
They say it is a lovely land
Where in 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 on my crops
My sheep my cattle died
My rent and taxes were to high
I could not them redeem
And that's the cruel reason
That I left old skibbereen
Oh well do I remember that bleak december day
The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away
They set my roof on fire with their codemon sent spleen
And that's another reason that's I left old skibbereen
Your mother too god rest to soul
Fell on the snowy ground
She fainted her anguish seeing the desolation round
She never rose but passed away from life to mortal dream
And found to quiet grave my boy
In dear old skibbereen
Oh Father dear
The day may come in an answer to the call
Each Irishmen with feeling stern will rally one and all
I'll be the man to lead the van
Beneath our flag of green
When loud and high we'll raise a cry
Remember skibbereen