Em [Verse] Em Em C Em Oh father dear, I often hear you speak of Erin's isle C G G C Em Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild C G G C Em They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell D G Em Em Then why did you abandon it, oh the reason to me tell Em Em C Em Oh son, I loved my native land with energy and pride C G G C Em Till a blight came over all my crops, and my sheep and cattle died C G G C Em The rents and taxes were to pay, and I could not them redeem D G Em Em And that's the cruel reason I left old Skibbereen Em Em C Em 'Tis well I do remember the bleak November day C G G C Em When the bailiff and the landlord came to drive us all away C G G C Em They set the roof on fire with their cursed English spleen D G Em Em And that's another reason I left old Skibbereen Em Em C Em Oh your mother too, God rest her soul, lay on the snowy ground C G G C Em She fainted in her anguishing seeing the desolation 'round C G G C Em She never rose, but passed away, from life to immortal dreams D G Em Em And that's another reason I left old Skibbereen Em Em C Em Oh you were only two years old, and feeble was your frame C G G C Em I could not leave you with my friends, for you bore your father's name C G G C Em I wrapped you in my cóta mór in the dead of night unseen D G Em Em And I heaved a sigh, and I said goodbye to dear old Skibbereen Em Em C Em Oh father dear, the day will come when on vengeance we will call C G G C Em And Irish men both stout and tall will rally unto the call C G G C Em I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green D G Em Em And loud and high, we'll raise the cry, Revenge for Skibbereen!
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