F2 | E4D2 | E4F2 | B4A2 | F4F2 | E4D2 | B,4A,2 | B,6- | B,4
A2 | B4c2 | d4c2 | (B3A)F2 | A3(Bc2) | B3(AF2) | D4E2 | F6- | F4
A2 | B4c2 | d4c2 | B3AF2 | A3(Bc2) | B3(AF2) | D4E2 | F6- | F4
F2 | E4D2 | E4F2 | B4A2 | F4F2 | E4D2 | B,4A,2 | B,6- | B,4 ||
W:Oh father dear, I often hear you speak of Erin's isle
W:Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild
W:They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell
W:So why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell.
W:My son, I loved my native land with energy and pride
W:'Till a blight came over all my crops, and my sheep and cattle died
W:The rents and taxes were to pay, I could not them redeem
W:And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen.
W:It's well I do remember that bleak November day
W:When the landlord and his agent came to drive us all away
W:They set the roof on fire with their cursed English spleen
W:And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen.
W:Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the stony ground
W:She fainted in her anguish, seeing the desolation 'round
W:She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream
W:She found a quiet grave, me boy, in dear old Skibbereen.
W:And you were only two years old and feeble was your frame
W:I could not leave you with my friends, for you bore your father's name
W:I wrapped you in my cóta mór in the dead of night unseen
W:I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.
W:Oh father dear, the day will come when in answer to the call
W:All Irish men of freedom stern will rally one and all
W:I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green
W:And loud and high we'll raise the cry: Revenge for Skibbereen!