[Verse 1]
Oh, father dear, I ofttimes hear
You speak of Erin's isle
Her lofty scenes, her valleys green
And her mountains rude and wild
They say it is a lovely land
Where in a prince might dwell
Then why did you abandon it?
The reason to me tell
[Verse 2]
Oh son, I loved my native land
With energy and pride
'Till a blight came over all of my crops
And my sheep and cattle died
The rents and taxes were too high
Sure, I could not them redeem
And with a sigh
Oh, I bid goodbye
To you, old Skibbereen
[Verse 3]
It's well that I remember
That bleak November day
When the landlord and the bailiffs came
For to drive us all away
They set our roof on fire with
Their demon yellow flame
And that's another reason why
I left old Skibbereen
Oh, father dear, I ofttimes hear
You speak of Erin's isle
Her lofty scenes, her valleys green
And her mountains rude and wild
They say it is a lovely land
Where in a prince might dwell
Then why did you abandon it?
The reason to me tell
[Verse 2]
Oh son, I loved my native land
With energy and pride
'Till a blight came over all of my crops
And my sheep and cattle died
The rents and taxes were too high
Sure, I could not them redeem
And with a sigh
Oh, I bid goodbye
To you, old Skibbereen
[Verse 3]
It's well that I remember
That bleak November day
When the landlord and the bailiffs came
For to drive us all away
They set our roof on fire with
Their demon yellow flame
And that's another reason why
I left old Skibbereen
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