Skibbereen-Chilled Celtic Masters

歌手 : Chilled Celtic Masters

专辑 : 40 - Worlds Greatest Celtic Chillout -The only chilled celtic album you'll ever need

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:28

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TXT Skibbereen-Chilled Celtic Masters 文本歌词

Skibbereen - Chilled Celtic Masters

Oh Father dear we'll ofttimes heard you speak of Erin's Isle

Her lofty scenes her valleys green her mountains rude and wild

They say it tis a lovely land where in a saint 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 croes my sheep my cattle died

My rent and taxes were so high I could not them redeem

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

Oh when well do I remember song that bleak December day

When the sheriff and the landlord came to drive us all away

They set my car take you roof on fire

With their cursed English spleen

And that's another reason that I left old Skibbereen

Oh your mother too God rest her soul

Lay on the snowy ground

She fainted in her anguish seeing the desolation all round

She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream

I'm found a quiet grave my boy in dear old Skibbereen

Oh father dear we'll the day will come when answer to the call

All Irish men of Freedom Stern will rally one and all

And I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green

And loud and high we'll raise the cry

Revenge for Skibbereen