my prats, my sheep and cattle died, The rent and taxes were so high, I could not them redeem, And that's the cruel reason why, I left old Skibbereen.
She could not raise her body seeing desolation 'round She never rose but slipped away from life to mortal dream And found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen
Translation: Bardic. Skibbereen.
Translation: Hazel O'Connor. Skibbereen.
Translation: Sinead O'Connor. Skibbereen.
Translation: Unknown. Skibbereen.
