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 place, wherin in a prince might dwell,
so why did you abandon it, the reason to me

Oh son I loved my native land, energy and pride
'Til a blight came on my prats, my sheep and cattle died,
The rent and taxes 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 December day,
The and the sheriff came, to drive us all away
set my roof on fire, with their demond yellow spleen
And another reason why, I left old Skibbereen.

Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the ground,
She fainted in her anguish, the desolation all round.
She rose, but passed away, from life to imortal dream,
She a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen.

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

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