Skibbereen Lyrics by The Irish Brigade
Oh, father dear I ofttimes hear
You speak of Erin’s isle
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Oh, father dear I ofttimes hear
You speak of Erin’s isle
Oh father why are you so sad
On this bright Easter ‘morn?
Standing proud the Celtic Race
Never feared the foe to face
So let’s pull down the watchtowers, you’re going home at last
Say farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast
As down by Brannigan’s corner one morning i did stray
I met another rebel there, this to me he said
Well I have been a Provo now for 15 years or more
With armalites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Here’s a a song of young lives lost before their time
Of four daring lads cut down in their prime