[00:03.00]O, Father dear, I oft times here, you talk of Erin's Isle
[00:15.01]Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild
[00:26.52]They say it tis a pretty place, wherein in a prince might dwell
[00:37.29]O why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell?
[00:50.49]O, son I loved my native land, with energy and pride
[01:01.86]'Til a blight came over on my crops, my sheep and cattle died
[01:12.05]The rent and taxes were so high, I could not them redeem
[01:21.96]And that's the cruel reason why, I left old Skibbereen.
[01:33.02]O, It's well I do remember, that bleak December day
[01:43.99]The landlord and the sheriff came, to drive us all away
[01:54.81]They set my roof on fire, with their demon yellow spleen
[02:04.84]And that's another reason why, I left old Skibbereen.
[02:16.54]Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground
[02:26.56]She fainted in her anguish, seeing the desolation all round.
[02:36.95]She never rose, but passed away, from life to immortal dream
[02:45.85]She found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen.
[02:56.78]And you were only two years old, and feeble was your frame
[03:07.04]I could not leave you with your friends, you bore your father's name
[03:18.03]I wrapped you in my cota mior, in the dead of night unseen
[03:28.68]I heaved a sigh, and said goodbye, to dear old Skibbereen.