title: Skibbereen
key: Folk
harp type: Chromatic
genre: D
skill: Any

19th C. Irish folk song
Sinead OâConnor, The Wolfe Tones
Key: D
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Oh, Fa-ther dear, I oft times hear
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you speak of Er-in’s Isle,
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Her loft-y scene, and val-leys green,
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her moun-tains rude and wild
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They say she is a pret-ty place
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Where-in a prince might dwell,
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Oh, why did you a-ban-don her,
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the rea-son to me tell?
Oh, son I loved my native land
with energy and pride
‘Til a blight came over on my crops,
my sheep and cattle died,
The rent and taxes were so high,
I could not them redeem,
And that’s the cruel reason why
I left old Skibbereen.
Oh, It’s well I do remember
that bleak December day,
The landlord and the sheriff came
to drive us all away
They set my roof on fire with their
demon yellow spleen
And that’s another reason why
I left old Skibbereen.
Your mother too, God rest her soul,
fell on the snowy ground,
She fainted in her anguish seeing
the desolation round.
She never rose but passed away
from life to mortal dream,
She 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 your friends,
you bore your father’s name,
I wrapped you in my cÃ³ta mÃ³r
in the dead of night unseen
I heaved a sigh and said goodbye
to dear old Skibbereen