文本歌词

Skibbereen - Garry Heaney
Oh Father dear we'll ofttimes heard you speak of Erin's Isle
Her lofty scenes her valleys green her mountains rude and wild
They say it tis a lovely land where in a saint 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 over on my croes my sheep my cattle died
My rent and taxes were so high I could not them redeem
And that's the cruel reason that I left old Skibbereen
Oh when well do I remember song that bleak December day
When the sheriff and the landlord came to drive us all away
They set my car take you roof on fire
With their cursed English spleen
And that's another reason that I left old Skibbereen
Oh your mother too God rest her soul
Lay on the snowy ground
She fainted in her anguish seeing the desolation all round
She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream
I'm found a quiet grave my boy in dear old Skibbereen
Oh father dear we'll the day will come when answer to the call
All Irish men of Freedom Stern will rally one and all
And I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green
And loud and high we'll raise the cry
Revenge for Skibbereen