Skibbereen

Oh father dear, I oft times 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 might dwell
Oh why did you abandon it
The reason me to tell
Oh son I loved my native land
With energy and pride
Till a blight came over all our crops
And the sheep and cattle died
My rent and taxes were to pay
I could not then redeem
And that's the cruel reason why
I left old Skibbereen
Oh well I do remember
That cold December day
The landlord and the sheriff
Came to drive us away
They set our roof on fire
With the demon's yellow gleam
And that's another reason why
I left old Skibbereen
Oh father dear, the day may come
When vengeance loud will call
When Irish men are feeling stern
To rally one and all
I'll be the man to lead the band
Beneath that flag of green
When loud and high we'll raise the cry
Revenge for Skibbereen
When loud and high we'll raise the cry
Revenge for Skibbereen