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1. Song - Skibbereen

   

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   This is an old song always sung ago, and is sung up the present day by Peter McGann. He says it was always a very nice song.

   
   SKIBBEREEN

   Oh, father dear I often hear men speak of Erins's isle

   It seems so bright and beautiful, as rich and rare the soil;

   They say it is a lonely land, wherein a prince might dwell,

   Then why have you abandoned it? The reason to me tell.

   
   (II)

   My son, I loved my native land with fervour and with pride

   Its lonely groves, its mountains blue, and valleys green and wide,

   It was there I spent my manhood's prime and sported while a boy

   The shamrock and shillelah were my youthful hope and joy

   
   (III)

   But then a blight came o'er the crops, my

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Pilib Mac Aonghusa

   Gender

   Male

   Occupation

   Teacher

   Address

   Mohill, Co. Leitrim