Skibbereen – Irish Famine Ballad of Loss, Exile & Eviction | Traditional Irish Song of Memory скачать в хорошем качестве

Skibbereen – Irish Famine Ballad of Loss, Exile & Eviction | Traditional Irish Song of Memory

Skibbereen is one of Ireland’s most powerful famine ballads — a father’s account of eviction, exile, and loss told to his son with heartbreaking clarity. This traditional Irish song captures the sorrow of the Great Famine, the burning of homes, and the bitter journey into exile. This rendition combines historical Irish visuals with raw traditional music to preserve memory and truth. Set in 1840s West Cork, Skibbereen reflects the suffering experienced under British rule yet carries the resilience of the Irish people who refused to forget. 👉 Listen to more famine songs here:    • Irish Famine Songs & Exile Ballads | Skibb...   👉 Explore more Irish rebel songs here:    • Irish Rebel Ballads & Traditional Folk Son...   Other Playlist you may enjoy    • Famine & Exile – Ballads of Tragedy and Truth   Other Songs The Whispers Of The Coffin Ships    • Whispers from The Coffin Ships | Irish Fam...   Rain On Kilmainham    • Rain on Kilmainham – A Ballad for the Fall...   The Flame Of Easter Dawn    • The Flame Of Easter Dawn (Traditional Iris...   #Skibbereen #IrishBallad #GreatFamine #IrishHistory #TraditionalIrishMusic #EvictionSongs #justirishmusic Follow & Support Just Irish Music: 🎥 YouTube:    / @justirishmusic   🎶 TikTok:   / justirishmusic   🎵 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/3143x74... 🐦 X/Twitter: https://x.com/JustIrishMusic 📸 Instagram:   / justirishmusic   📘 Facebook:   / justirishmusic   [verse 1] Oh father dear, and I often hear you speak of Erin's isle Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell Then, why did you abandon it? Oh, the reason to me, tell [Verse 2] My son, I loved my native land with energy and pride 'Til a blight came over all my crops and my sheep and cattle died The rents and taxes were to pay, and I could not them redeem And that's the cruel reason I left old Skibbereen [verse3] 'Tis well do I remember the bleak December day When the bailiff and the landlord came to drive us all away They set the roof on fire with their cursed English spleen And that's another reason I left old Skibbereen [verse 4] Oh, your mother too, God rest her soul, lay on the snowy ground She fainted in her anguishing, seeing the desolation 'round She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dreams And that's another reason I left dear old Skibbereen [verse 5] It’s well I do remember the year of ’forty‑eight, When we arose with Erin’s boys to fight against our fate. I was hunted through the mountains, as traitor to the Queen, And that, my boy, is why I fled from dear old Skibbereen. [verse 6] Oh, you were only two years old and feeble was your frame I could not leave you with my friends, for you bore your father's name I wrapped you in my cóta mór at the dead of the night unseen And I heaved a sigh and I said good-bye to dear old Skibbereen [verse 7] Oh well, father dear, and the day will come when in vengeance we will call And Irish men, both stout and tall, will rally to the call 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!"