[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] Skibbereen Am G Am G F Am Oh father dear, well I've often heard you speak of ErinÂ's Isle C Am G Am C Am Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild C Am G Am C Am They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dÂ'well G Am G F Am Oh why did you abondon it? The reason to me tell Am G Am G F Am Oh son, I loved my native land with energy and pride C Am G Am C Am Till a blight came over all my crops, my sheep, my cattle died C Am G Am C Am My rent and taxes were to high, I could not them redeem G Am G F Am And that's the cruel reason that I'd left old Skibbereen Am G Am G F Am Oh and well do I remember, son, that bleak December day C Am G Am C Am When the sheriff and the landlord came to drive us all away C Am G Am C Am They set my cottage roof on fire with cursed English spleen G Am G F Am And that's another reason that I'd left old Skibbereen Am G Am G F Am Oh Your mother too, God rest her soul, lay on the snowy ground C Am G Am C Am She'd fainted in her anguish saw the desolation 'round C Am G Am C Am She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream G Am G F Am And found a quiet grave, me boy, in dear old Skibbereen Am G Am G F Am Oh father dear, well the day might come when in answer to the call C Am G Am C Am Each Irish men would feeling strong will rally one and all C Am G Am C Am And I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green G Am G F Am And loud and high well you'll hear the cry, Revenge for Skibbereen!