Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

O, Father dear, I oft times here, you speak of Isle,
Her scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild
They say it tis a lovely place, wherin in a might dwell,
so why did you it, the reason to me tell?

Oh son I my native land, with energy and pride
'Til a blight came over on my prats, my and cattle died,
The and taxes were so high, I could not them redeem,
And that's the cruel why, I left old Skibbereen.

Oh, It's well I do remember, that bleak day,
The and the sheriff came, to drive us all away
They set my roof on fire, their demond yellow spleen
And another reason why, I left old Skibbereen.

Your mother too, God rest her soul, on the snowy ground,
She fainted in her anguish, the desolation all round.
She never rose, but passed away, from to imortal dream,
She found a quiet grave, my boy, in old Skibbereen.

And you were two years old, and feeble was your frame,
I could not leave you with friends, you bore your father's name,
I wrapped you in my cota mior, in the dead of unseen
I heaved a sigh, and goodbye, to dear old Skibbereen

o' father dear, the day come, when answer to the call
all Irish men of Freedom Stern, rally one and all
ill be the man to lead the band, the flag of green
loud and clear, well raise a cheer , remember