Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

O, Father dear, I oft times here, you speak of Isle,
Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains and wild
They say it tis a lovely place, wherin in a prince 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 sheep and died,
The rent and taxes were so high, I could not redeem,
And that's the cruel why, I left old Skibbereen.

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

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

And you were only two years old, and was your frame,
I could not leave you with your friends, you bore your name,
I wrapped you in my cota mior, in the of night unseen
I heaved a sigh, and said goodbye, to dear old

o' father dear, the day will come, when to the call
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 a cheer , remember Skibbereen