Ronnie Drew - Skibbereen [Audio Stream]

beautifuly sad poem

I’m really confused how there are 10 people out there that disliked this? This is a truly beautiful song.

great auld book of his i have, tooken from a tavern below in the southside of átha cliath her fine amd proud self, by a fine woman roisin i was out with and times were commited to history

This One of over 200 Songs I know by Heart of

This speaks Right out of my Heart

This is the song that sparked my interest in this style of music. It's also what got me into history. This song is a big part part of my life

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Mentep nih

Can ye sing this in Olde Gaelic ??😂🤣🇮🇪

Well done the rowing lads from Skibbereen,Gold medals yee ha🥇☘🇮🇪

never forget

Always makes me cry

Loud and High we'll raise the cry REVENGE FOR SKIBBEREEN

Masterclasse Gg Wlla

Oh father dear, I oft-times hear you speak of Erin's isle
Her lofty hills, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild
They say she is a lovely land wherein a saint might dwell
So why did you abandon her, the reason to me tell.
Oh son, I loved my native land with energy and pride
Till a blight came o'er the praties; my sheep, my cattle died
My rent and taxes went unpaid, I could not them redeem
And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen.
Oh well do I remember that bleak December day
The landlord and the sheriff came to take us all away
They set my roof on fire with their cursed English spleen
I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.
Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the stony ground
She fainted in her anguish seeing desolation 'round
She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream
She found a quiet grave, me boy, in dear old Skibbereen.
And 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 in the dead of night unseen
I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.
Oh father dear, the day will come when in answer to the call
All Irish men of freedom stern will rally one and all
I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green
And loud and clear we'll raise the cheer, Revenge for Skibbereen!

God rest her soul.

This was my grandfather’s song god rest his soul he used to sing it for his mother every time I would listen to this it brings back memories of him

True lyrics:

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 ? The reasons to me tell.

My son, I loved my native land with energy and pride
Till a blight came o'er 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.

This well I do remember the bleak November day
When the bailiff and the landlord came to drive us all away
They set their roof on fire with their cursed English spleen
And that's another reason I left old Skibbereen.

Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell 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 old Skibbereen.

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 night unseen
I heaved a sigh and I said goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.

Oh father dear, the day will come when our vengeance we will call
And Irish men both stout and tall will rally on 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 !

Absolutely superb sung by a man with Jesus eyes

And loud and high, we'll raise the cry: REVENGE FOR SKIBBEREEN!!!

A very powerful and moving song.

The reason why I connect with this music so much, it’s because I’m a descendent of a Shannon.

My dad the grandchild of Co Cork people who had to leave Ireland would sing this song and my grandad would cry. It sparked in me, London born and bred to return and through hardships this I did. My children London born but Irish educated and are Irish speakers giving me grandchildren with the same attributes. Now I am old with 2 great grandchildren and when I hear this song I too cry thinking if only they, the lonely ones could see their family firmly planted here, university educated for once I returned all my Murphy cousins one by one came back. I think Skibereen and tears planted that urge in us all.

One day, may we all return in our own time.

The great Ronnie Drew

💚 Skibereen to Filasteen 🇵🇸

Someone shoud write a version of this song substituting the Irish for the ethnic minorities in Russia and China. A version for Tatars, Chechens, Yakuts, Tuvans, Uyghurs, Tibetans, Hong Kongers, etc.

I’m low working class English who as worked as a Mcalpine fusilier all my life and worked long hours but I’m ashamed of what my English ancestors did to the Irish,Welsh and Scottish peoples through out the centuries 🤷‍♂️😢😢

From Serbia ❤

When I hear this I freeze and start crying.
God Bless Èireann

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
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
'Tis well do I remember the bleak November 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
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 old Skibbereen
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 goodbye to dear old Skibbereen
Oh well, father dear, and the day will come when in vengeance we will call
All Irish men, both stout and tall, will rally unto 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!"

I don’t have a drop of Irish blood. I grew up in inner city Los Angeles. But I’ve heard this song when I was a child. It touched my soul as if I lived through the hard life in Ireland. It still does. It makes me teary.
Because I love this song so much I went Ireland. I absolutely loved it!!! And plan to return.

And we landed in New York. Where our ancestors had to fight and struggle to simply survive. This is not my language. My linage was robbed of its rightful heritage.

IRELAND STANDS BY PALISTINE AND ALWAYS DID ..❤

My mum and nans hometown. I miss you both 💚

There are English people who exist out there who feel a sense of guilt for what our ancestors did not just in Ireland but all over the world, even though ive only recently visited ive always longed to go and had a love for the music and literature, spoke to a man in a pub in Dublin and he asked if i was English, i said yes and he asked me why i said it so guilty and i didnt even have a response, i guess that says it all

Great Grandma came to England from Skibbereen in the 1840's to escape the famine, I think her father must have died she arrived here with her mother and brother. One of these days I will find out more about her family, her name was Julia Hennessey. I love the Dubliners, saw them twice, but after Ronnie Drew unfortunatly.

Here at the end of my time upon this earth
Its pay or die
And for me
thats the way it's always been
So Never close an eye
And always ride
rude,wild and mean
And If you must
Pick a blind and make your stand
To allow our boys too dream
Do for them as you would do for me
For they are all thats left of me now
They live with me in their hearts and dreams
til thier own day of dyeing
Comes upon them
In another ugly scene
But until that night
They ll grow up strong and right
Never dishonest or mean
Everyone Thier faithers son
And that's
Because of dear old skibberean

Me and my two elder sisters are flying to Cork then travelling to Skibbereen so that i can visit the Maid of Erin where i had my picture taken 50 years ago. It will be very emotional. We are English. Yes remember the history but move on from it also. Ps... Ronnie had beautiful blue Irish eyes. Gorgeous voice and song. Xxxxx ❤

My Bilble..❤

A clasic true story....❤

Yet the Powers dont learn..Gazza..and many more...l love the truth. Even if it hurts..zIreland will be united in my lifetime. ❤❤❤❤

Fyi this is real talk