The Dubliners - Skibbereen

Oh ^Emfather dear, I ^Emoften hear you ^Cspeak of Erin's ^Emisle Her ^Clofty scenes, her ^Gvalleys green, her ^Gmountains ^Crude and ^Emwild They ^Csay it is a ^Glovely land where^Gin a ^Cprince might ^Emdwell Then ^Dwhy did you a^Gbandon it, oh the ^Emreason to me ^Emtell

Oh ^Emson, I loved my ^Emnative land with ^Cenergy and ^Empride Till a ^Cblight came over ^Gall my crops, and my ^Gsheep and ^Ccattle ^Emdied The ^Crents and taxes ^Gwere to pay, and I ^Gcould not ^Cthem re^Emdeem And ^Dthat's the cruel ^Greason I ^Emleft old Skibber^Emeen

'Tis ^Emwell I do re^Emmember the ^Cbleak November ^Emday When the ^Cbailiff and the ^Glandlord came to ^Gdrive us ^Call a^Emway They ^Cset the roof on ^Gfire with their ^Gcursed ^CEnglish ^Emspleen And ^Dthat's another ^Greason I ^Emleft old Skibber^Emeen

Oh your ^Emmother too, God ^Emrest her soul, lay ^Con the snowy ^Emground She ^Cfainted in her ^Ganguishing seeing the ^Gdeso^Clation '^Emround She ^Cnever rose, but ^Gpassed away, from ^Glife to ^Cimmortal ^Emdreams And ^Dthat's another ^Greason I ^Emleft old Skibber^Emeen

Oh ^Emyou were only ^Emtwo years old, and ^Cfeeble was your ^Emframe I ^Ccould not leave you ^Gwith my friends, for you ^Gbore your ^Cfather's ^Emname I ^Cwrapped you in my ^Gcóta mór in the ^Gdead of ^Cnight un^Emseen And I ^Dheaved a sigh, and I ^Gsaid goodbye to ^Emdear old Skibber^Emeen

Oh ^Emfather dear, the ^Emday will come when on ^Cvengeance we will ^Emcall And ^CIrish men both ^Gstout and tall will ^Grally un^Cto the ^Emcall I'll ^Cbe the man to ^Glead the band be^Gneath the ^Cflag of ^Emgreen And ^Dloud and high, we'll ^Graise the cry, Re^Emvenge for Skibber^Emeen!