《Skibbereen》歌词

[00:00:00] Skibbereen - Chilled Celtic Masters

[00:00:46] Oh Father dear we'll ofttimes heard you speak of Erin's Isle

[00:01:02] Her lofty scenes her valleys green her mountains rude and wild

[00:01:15] They say it tis a lovely land where in a saint might dwell

[00:01:28] Oh why did you abandon it the reason to me tell

[00:01:45] Oh son I loved my native land with energy and pride

[00:02:00] 'Til a blight came over on my croes my sheep my cattle died

[00:02:14] My rent and taxes were so high I could not them redeem

[00:02:27] And that's the cruel reason that I left old Skibbereen

[00:02:42] Oh when well do I remember song that bleak December day

[00:02:57] When the sheriff and the landlord came to drive us all away

[00:03:09] They set my car take you roof on fire

[00:03:15] With their cursed English spleen

[00:03:21] And that's another reason that I left old Skibbereen

[00:03:36] Oh your mother too God rest her soul

[00:03:43] Lay on the snowy ground

[00:03:50] She fainted in her anguish seeing the desolation all round

[00:04:04] She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream

[00:04:17] I'm found a quiet grave my boy in dear old Skibbereen

[00:04:33] Oh father dear we'll the day will come when answer to the call

[00:04:46] All Irish men of Freedom Stern will rally one and all

[00:04:57] And I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green

[00:05:09] And loud and high we'll raise the cry

[00:05:16] Revenge for Skibbereen