ChorusOh Father Dear, Well I've Often Heard You Speak Of Erin´s IsleHer Lofty Scenes, Her Valleys Green, Her Mountains Rude And WildThey Say It Is A Lovely Land Wherein A Prince Might D´wellOh Why Did You Abondon It? The Reason To Me TellVerseOh Son, I Loved My Native Land With Energy And PrideTill A Blight Came Over All My Crops, My Sheep, My Cattle DiedMy Rent And Taxes Were To High, I Could Not Them RedeemAnd That's The Cruel Reason That I'd Left Old SkibbereenOh And Well Do I Remember, Son, That Bleak December DayWhen The Sheriff And The Landlord Came To Drive Us All AwayThey Set My Cottage Roof On Fire With Cursed English SpleenAnd That's Another Reason That I'd Left Old SkibbereenOh Your Mother Too, God Rest Her Soul, Lay On The Snowy GroundShe'd Fainted In Her Anguish Saw The Desolation 'RoundShe Never Rose But Passed Away From Life To Immortal DreamAnd That's Another Reason That I'd Left Old SkibbereenOh You Were Only Two Years Old, And Feeble Was Your FrameI Could Not Leave You With My Friends, For You Bore Your Father's NameI Wrapped You In My Cóta Mór In The Dead Of Night UnseenAnd I Heaved A Sigh, And I Said Goodbye To Dear Old SkibbereenChorusOh Father Dear, Well The Day Might Come When In Answer To The CallEach Irish Men Would Feeling Strong Will Rally One And AllAnd I'll Be The Man To Lead The Band Beneath The Flag Of GreenAnd Loud And High Well You'll Hear The Cry, Revenge For Skibbereen!
