Traditional Irish - Skibbereen

^AmOh ^Gfather dear, well I've ^Amoften heard you ^Gspeak of ^FErin´s^Am Isle Her lofty ^Cscenes, her ^Amvalleys ^Ggreen, her ^Ammountains ^Crude and ^Amwild They say it ^Cis a ^Amlovely ^Gland wher^Amein a ^Cprince might ^Amd´well Oh ^Gwhy did you ^Amabondon it? The ^Greason ^Fto me ^Amtell

^AmOh ^Gson, I loved my ^Amnative land with ^Gener^Fgy and ^Ampride Till a blight came ^Cover ^Amall my ^Gcrops, my ^Amsheep, my ^Ccattle ^Amdied My rent and ^Ctaxes ^Amwere to ^Ghigh, I ^Amcould not ^Cthem re^Amdeem And ^Gthat's the cruel ^Amreason that I'd ^Gleft old ^FSkibber^Ameen

^AmOh and ^Gwell do I re^Ammember, son, that ^Gbleak De^Fcember ^Amday When the sheriff ^Cand the ^Amlandlord ^Gcame to ^Amdrive us ^Call a^Amway They set my ^Ccottage ^Amroof on ^Gfire with ^Amcursed ^CEnglish ^Amspleen And ^Gthat's another ^Amreason that I'd ^Gleft old ^FSkibber^Ameen

^AmOh Your ^Gmother too, God ^Amrest her soul, lay ^Gon the ^Fsnowy ^Amground She'd fainted ^Cin her ^Amangu^Gish saw the ^Amdeso^Clation '^Amround She never ^Crose but ^Ampassed a^Gway from ^Amlife to ^Cimmortal ^Amdream And ^Gfound a quiet ^Amgrave, me boy, in ^Gdear old ^FSkibber^Ameen

^AmOh ^Gfather dear, well the ^Amday might come when in ^Ganswer ^Fto the ^Amcall Each Irish ^Cmen would ^Amfeeling ^Gstrong will ^Amrally ^Cone and ^Amall And I'll be the ^Cman to ^Amlead the ^Gband be^Amneath the ^Cflag of ^Amgreen And ^Gloud and high well you'll ^Amhear the cry, Re^Gvenge for ^FSkibber^Ameen!