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Oh, father dear I ofttimes hear You speak of Erin's isle Her lofty scenes, her valleys green And her mountains rude and wild They say it is a lovely land Where in a prince might dwell Then why did you abandon it? The reason to me tell Oh son, I loved my native land With energy and pride 'Till a blight came over all of my crops And my sheep and cattle died The rents and taxes were too high Sure, I could not them redeem And with a sigh Oh, I bid goodbye To you, old Skibbereen It's well that I remember That bleak November day When the landlord and the [?] came For to drive us all away They set our roof on fire with Their demon yellow flame And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen Your mother too, oh god reset her soul Fell on the snowy ground She fainted in her anguish at all the desolation round She never woke, but she past away From life to mortal dreams Oh she found her quiet grave, my boy In you, old Skibbereen And you were only 6 months old And feeble was your frame I could not leave you with your friends For you'd bore your father's name So I rapped you in my cóta mór At the dead of night unseen And with a sigh Sure, I bid goodbye To you, old Skibbereen Oh father dear The day will come When vengeance, loud will call And every man in Ireland He will answer to that call I'll be the man who leads the van, beneath our flag of green Oh, and loud and high we will raise the cry: "Revenge for Skibbereen!"
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