Skibereen Songtext
von Mick Moloney

O, Father dear, I oft times heard you talk of Erin′s Isle
Her lofty scene, her valley's green, her mountains rude and wild
They it is a pretty place where in 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 ′Til a blight came ove on my cropsa, my sheep and cattle died
The rent and taxes were so high i could not them redeem
And thats the cruel reason why I left old Skibereen

Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground
She faunted in her anguish seeing the desolate round
She never rose but passed away from life to mortal dream
She found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibereen