Skibbereen Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

O, Father dear, I oft times heard you talk of Erin's Isle, 

Her lofty scene, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild 

They say it is a pretty place where in a prince might dwell, 

Oh why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell? 

Oh son I loved my native land with energy and pride 

'Til a blight came over on my crops, my sheep and cattle died, 

The rent and taxes were so high, I could not them redeem, 

And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen. 

Oh, It's well I do remember that bleak December day, 

The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away 

They set my roof on fire with their demon yellow spleen 

And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen. 

Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground, 

She fainted in her anguish seeing the desolation round. 

She never rose but passed away from life to mortal dream, 

She found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen.