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