The Dubliners – Skibbereen (Guitar)

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Oh father dear, I often hear you speak of Erin's isle

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Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild

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They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell

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Then why did you abandon it, oh the reason to me tell

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Oh son, I loved my native land with energy and pride

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Till a blight came over all my crops, and my sheep and cattle died

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The rents and taxes were to pay, and I could not them redeem

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And that's the cruel reason I left old Skibbereen

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'Tis well I do remember the bleak November day

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When the bailiff and the landlord came to drive us all away

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They set the roof on fire with their cursed English spleen

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And that's another reason I left old Skibbereen

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Oh your mother too, God rest her soul, lay on the snowy ground

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She fainted in her anguishing seeing the desolation 'round

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She never rose, but passed away, from life to immortal dreams

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And that's another reason I left old Skibbereen

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Oh you were only two years old, and feeble was your frame

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I could not leave you with my friends, for you bore your father's name

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I wrapped you in my cóta mór in the dead of night unseen

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And I heaved a sigh, and I said goodbye to dear old Skibbereen

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Oh father dear, the day will come when on vengeance we will call

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And Irish men both stout and tall will rally unto the call

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I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green

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And loud and high, we'll raise the cry, Revenge for Skibbereen!