FluteTree : Songbook : with finger pictures : Popular 6-hole Native American Flute
    X:1
    T:Skibbereen
    C:Irish traditional
    C:Arranged for NAF by Robert Gatliff
    M:4/4
    L:1/4
    Q:1/4=140
    K:E
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    W:O, Father dear, I oft times heard you talk of Erin's Isle,
    W:Her valleys green, her lofty scene, her mountains rude and wild;
    W:You said it was a pleasant place wherein a prince might dwell,
    W:Why have you then forsaken her, the reason to me tell?
    W:
    W:My son, I loved our native land with energy and pride
    W:'Til a blight fell on the land and sheep and cattle died,
    W:The rents and taxes were to pay, I could not them redeem,
    W:And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen.
    W:
    W:It's well I do remember on a bleak November's day,
    W:The landlord and his agent came to drive us all away;
    W:He set my house on fire with his demon yellow spleen
    W:And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen.
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