Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skibbereen, artist - Hazel O'Connor. Date of issue: 25.01.2017
Song language: English
Skibbereen |
| Oh father dear I often hear you speak of Erin’s Isle |
| Her lofty scenes, her valley’s 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 to me tell |
| Oh well do I remember that bleak december day |
| The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away |
| He set my roof on fire, when my rent I could not find |
| And that’s the cruel reason that I left it all behind |
| Your mother too, god rest her soul, she fell on snowy ground |
| She could not raise her body, seeing desolation around |
| She never rose but slipped away from life to mortal dream |
| And found a quiet grave my boy in dear old skibbereen |
| And you were only two years old and feeble was your frame |
| I could not leave you with my friends, you bore your father’s name |
| I wrapped you in my cottamore, in the dead of night unseen |
| I heaved a sigh, and bade goodbye to dear old skibbereen |
| Oh father the day may come in answer to the call |
| Each irishmen with feeling stern will rally one and all |
| I’ll be the man to lead the van beneath our flag of green |
| And loud and high we’ll raise a cry remember skibereen |