Dear old Skibbereen Word and Music Irish Traditional (c)2008 Arranged by Marijanh Son - Heydline Oh father dear, I oft-times hear you speak of Erin's isle Her lofty hills, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say she is a lovely land wherein a saint might dwell So why did you abandon her, the reason to me tell. Father - Marijan Oh son, I loved my native land with energy and pride Till a blight came o'er the praties; my sheep, my cattle died My rent and taxes went unpaid, I could not them redeem And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen. Son - Heydline I can hardly remember that black December day The landlord and the sheriff came to take us all away Father - Marijan They set our roof on fire with their cursed English spleen we heaved a sigh and bad goodbye to dear old Skibbereen. Father - Marijan Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the stony ground She fainted in her anguish seeing desolation 'round She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream She found a quiet grave, my son, in dear old Skibbereen. Son - Heydline Oh father dear, the day will come when in answer to the call All Irish men of freedom stern will rally one and all I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green And loud and clear we'll raise the cheer, Revenge for Skibbereen! And loud and clear we'll raise the cheer, Revenge for Skibbereen!