Oh, Father, dear, I often hear you speak of Erin\u2019s isle<\/p>\n
Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild<\/p>\n
They say it is a lovely land, wherein a prince might dwell<\/p>\n
Oh why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My son, I loved my native land with energy and pride<\/p>\n
Till the blight came over all my crops, my sheep and cattle died<\/p>\n
My rent and taxes were so high, I could not them redeem<\/p>\n
That\u2019s the cruel reason I left old Skibbereen.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It\u2019s well I do remember the year of \u201898<\/p>\n
When I arose a Fenian to battle against our fate<\/p>\n
I was hunted through the mountains as a traitor to the Queen<\/p>\n
That\u2019s another reason I left old Skibbereen.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It\u2019s well I do remember the cold November day<\/p>\n
When the landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away<\/p>\n
They set our roof ablaze in fire with their damning yellow spleen<\/p>\n
That\u2019s another reason why I left old Skibbereen.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Your mother, too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground<\/p>\n
She fainted in her anguish, the desolation round<\/p>\n
She never rose but passed away from life to mortal dream<\/p>\n
She found a grave and place of rest in dear old Skibbereen.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You were only two months old, and feeble was your frame<\/p>\n
I could not leave you with my friends, you bore your father\u2019s name<\/p>\n
I wrapped you in my c\u00f3tam\u00f3r<\/em>, at the dead of night unseen<\/p>\n We heaved a sigh and bid goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Oh father, dear, the day will come when on vengeance we will call<\/p>\n When Irishmen both stout and stern will rally one and all<\/p>\n I\u2019ll be the man to lead the van, beneath the flag of green<\/p>\n And loud and high we\u2019ll raise the cry, \u201cRevenge for Skibbereen.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Oh, Father, dear, I often hear you speak of Erin\u2019s isle Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say it is a lovely land, wherein a prince might dwell Oh why did you abandon it,… Continue Reading →<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":89,"featured_media":0,"parent":24,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.evergreen.edu\/irishdrama\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/179"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.evergreen.edu\/irishdrama\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.evergreen.edu\/irishdrama\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.evergreen.edu\/irishdrama\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/89"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.evergreen.edu\/irishdrama\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=179"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sites.evergreen.edu\/irishdrama\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/179\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.evergreen.edu\/irishdrama\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/24"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.evergreen.edu\/irishdrama\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=179"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}