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 it, the reason to me tell?

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

mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground,
She fainted in her anguish, seeing the all round.
She never rose, but passed away, from to imortal dream,
She found a 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 bore 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 come, when answer to the call
all Irish men of Freedom Stern, will one and all
ill be the man to lead the band, beneath the of green
loud and clear, well raise a , remember Skibbereen