Skibbereen Lyrics & Chords By Frank Harte

O, Father dear, I oft times here, you speak of Erin's Isle, Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say it tis a lovely place, wherin in a saint...read more

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 ...read more

(Trad. arr. Hazel O'Connor) Oh father dear I often hear you speak of Erin's Isle Her lofty scenes, her valley's green, her mountains rude and wild They say it is a...read more

Oh, Father dear, I oft times hear you talk of Erin's Isle, Her lofty scene, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say it is a pretty place where in a prince might...read more