Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

O, Father dear, I oft times here, you speak of Isle,
Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and
They say it tis a lovely place, wherin in a prince 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 reason why, I left old Skibbereen.

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

Your mother too, God her soul, fell on the snowy 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 were only two 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 said goodbye, to dear old

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 flag of
loud and clear, raise a cheer , remember Skibbereen