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O, Father dear, I oft times here, you talk of Erin's Isle |
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Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild |
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They say it tis a pretty place, wherein in a prince might dwell |
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O why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell? |
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O, son I loved my native land, with energy and pride |
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'Til a blight came over on my crops, my sheep and cattle died |
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The rent and taxes were so high, I could not them redeem |
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And that's the cruel reason why, I left old Skibbereen. |
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O, It's well I do remember, that bleak December day |
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The landlord and the sheriff came, to drive us all away |
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They set my roof on fire, with their demon yellow spleen |
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And that's another reason why, I left old Skibbereen. |
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Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground |
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She fainted in her anguish, seeing the desolation all round. |
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She never rose, but passed away, from life to immortal dream |
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She found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen. |
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And you were only two years old, and feeble was your frame |
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I could not leave you with your friends, you bore your father's name |
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I wrapped you in my cota mior, in the dead of night unseen |
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I heaved a sigh, and said goodbye, to dear old Skibbereen. |
