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Skibbereen
It's well I do remember that bleak December day
The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away
They set my roof on fire with their demon
Old Skibbereen
Oh father dear, I often hear you speak of Erin's isle
Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild
They say it is
old Skibbereen.
Oh, It's well I do remember that bleak December day,
The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away
They set my roof
Skibbereen
It's well I do remember on
A bleak November's day
The landlord and his agent came
To drive us all away he set my house on fire
With his demon
goodbye
To you, old Skibbereen
It's well that I remember
That bleak November day
When the landlord and the came
For to drive us all away
They set our roof
o'er my crops; my sheep, my cattle died
My rent and taxes were too high, I could not them redeem
And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen
to Skibbereen
They ran back to Skibbereen they did they ran back to Skibbereen
They did they did they did they did
They ran back to Skibbereen
Paddy Magee
o'er my crops, my sheep and cattle died
My rent and taxes were too high, I could not them redeem
And that's the cruel reason that I left old Skibbereen
O
When I was but a wee small lad, I'd often run and play
Along the Banks of Skibbereen, whilen' way me days
Skippin' stones and fishin', havin' so much
and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town
And most
to mortal dream
And found a quiet grave my boy in dear old skibbereen
And you were only two years old and feeble was your frame
I could not leave you
at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips
of Donaghadee
I miss the river Shannon
And the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the meddle
With their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss
and the folks at Skibbereen
The midlands and the moorlands with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss the girl in Tipperary town
And most of all I
And the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the middle
With their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl
In Tipperary town
And most of all I miss
Here from London up to Aberdeen
Ferry to Dublin, all the way down to Skibbereen
Spies, that's right, spies
Spies don't think that it's absurd
(No
comin' home.
I dreamed I got a letter from me darling Josephine,
She asked me would I marry her, back home in Skibbereen,
But the girls out here have
And the folks at Skibbereen
The meadows and the moorlands
And their forty shades of green
But most of all
I miss a girl in Tipperary town
And most of all I
bullshitting
Now I'm back to my old ways
Strung out, I haven't slept for days
Smoking joints in Skibbereen
Yeah those lot love their green
Necking dark in
a sadder site, the likes you'll never see
To sit under the summer sun in St Stevens Green
Or chat awhile with the friendly folks down in Skibbereen
Oh I'd
a sadder site, the likes you'll never see
To sit under the summer sun in St Stevens Green
Or chat awhile with the friendly folks down in Skibbereen
Oh I'd
Knock and Skibbereen, Timahoe to Cahirlistrane
Well it's also quite multicultural, the foreigners love it too
From Germans to Nigerians, lads from China
Skibbereen
And French's famous mountains high
That sweep down to the sea
I've cycled Belfast's river
'til it turned into a stream
But I've never crossed that
a thousand shades of you
Colour my way
Til' the wonder brings me back to you
I can't stop shivering since I heard of Skibbereen
May I reach one day
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