Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

Oh father dear, I often hear you speak of isle
Her lofty scenes, her valley's green, her mountains and wild
They say it is a land wherein a prince might dwell
Oh, why did you abandon it? The reason to me

Well, I do that bleak December day
The landlord and the came to drive us all away
He set my on fire when my rent I could not find
And that's the cruel reason that I it all behind

mother too, God rest her soul, she fell on snowy ground
She not raise her body seeing desolation 'round
She never but slipped away from life to mortal dream
And found a quiet grave, my boy, in old Skibbereen

And you were only two years old and was your frame
I could not leave you my friends, you bore your father's name
I you in my cottamore in the dead of night unseen
I a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen

Oh father dear, the day may in an answer to the call
Each Irishmen feeling stern will rally one and all
I'll be the man to lead the van our flag of green
And loud and high, raise a cry, "Remember Skibbereen"