Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

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

Well, I do remember that December day
The landlord and the sheriff came to us all away
He set my roof on fire when my rent I could not
And that's the cruel that I left it all behind

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

And you were only two old and feeble was your frame
I could not leave you with my friends, you bore your name
I wrapped you in my cottamore in the of night unseen
I heaved a and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen

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