(Am)Oh (G)father dear I (Am)oft-times (C)hear you (G)talk of (Dm)E(Em)rinīs (Am)Isle
Her lofty (C)scenes and (Am)valleys
(Em)green, her (Am)mountains (C)rude (Dm)and (Am)wild
They say it (C)is a (Am)pretty (Em)place where-(Am)in a (C)prince
(Dm)might (Am)dīwell
Then (G)why did you (Am)abondon (C)it? The (G)reason (Dm)to (Em)me (Am)tell.
(Am)My (G)son I loved our (Am)native (C)land with (G)ener(Dm)gy (Em)and (Am)pride
Until a (C)blight came (Am)on the
(Em)land and (Am)sheep and (C)cat(Dm)tle (Am)died,
The rent and (C)taxes (Am)were to (Em)pay, I (Am)could not (C)them (Dm)re(Am)deem,
And
(G)thatīs the cruel (Am)reason (C)why I (G)left old (Dm)Skib(Em)be(Am)reen
Itīs well I do remember that bleak December day,
The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away;
They set
the roof on fire with their demon yellow spleen,
And thatīs another reason why I left old Skibbereen.
Itīs well I do remember the year of forty-eight
When I arose with Erinīs boys to fight against the fate,
I was hunted
through the mountains for a traitor to the Queen
And thatīs another reason why I left old Skibbereen.
Oh father dear, the day will come when vengeance loud will call,
And we will rise with Erinīs boys and rally one and
all,
Iīll be the man to lead the van beneath our flag of green,
And loud and high weīll raise the cry:īRevenge for Skibereenī.