Skibbereen
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Oh father dear, I often hear
You speak of Erin's isle
Her lofty scenes and valleys 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 son, I loved my native land
With energy and pride
Until a blight came o'er the land
My sheep, my cattle died
My rent and taxes were to pay
I could not them redeem
And that's the cruel reason why
I left old Skibbereen
Oh father dear, the day will come
When vengeance loud will call
When Irishmen with feelings stern
Will rally one and all
I'll be the man to lead the van
Beneath the flag of green
When loud and high we'll raise a cry
Revenge for Skibbereen