Oh 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 rent and taxes were to pay,
And I could not them redeem
And that’s the cruel reason
Why I left old Skibereen.

’tis well I do remember
That 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 Skibereen

O, 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 Skibereen

O, 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
I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye
To dear old Skibereen.

Oh father dear, and the day will come
When on vengeance we will call
All 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 Skibereen!

Beautiful Cork

Various Artists (Hauptdarsteller). Arran Records 2009, MP3-Download, € 9,89

Skibereen

The Wolfe Tones (Hauptdarsteller). Shanachie 1991, MP3-Download, € 0,84

And it’s [C] oh, [e] dear [D] me, what am [G] I gonna dee
Sally stole away me heart com[D]pletely
And I’ll [G] never get it back, for she [C] gans with mister [G] Black
And they [C] say he’s going to [a] marry Sally [D] Wheat[G]ley

Now I ne’er saw such a lass
And I know she likes her glass
She could toss a pot of whiskey over neatly
Now it’s right to take a drop
When you know just when to stop
That was just the very way with Sally Wheatley

How I felt I didn’t know
The first time I Sally saw
In a threesome reel she hopped about so neatly
Well I might have had a chance
If I asked her up to dance
But I was over shy to speak to Sally Wheatley

Now he must have made it right
When he took her home that night
‘Cause after work, dressed up, he goes to see her nightly
There’s great danger in delay
Or I wouldn’t be sad today
If I had me heart to break for Sally Wheatley

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[G*]: 3 2 0 0 1 3
(alternativ kann auch C benutzt werden)

[d] In the village of Kil[C]gory, there’s a [d] maiden young and [C] fair
Her [d] eyes they shone like [C] diamonds, she had [d] long and [a] golden [d] hair
Then a countryman came riding, up to her father’s gates
Mounted on a milk-white stallion, he came at the stroke of eight

Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, Mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the country man

I have come to wed your daughter, Mary of the golden hair
I have gold and I have silver I have land beyond compare
I will buy her silks and satin and a gold ring for her hand
I will buy for her a mansion, she’ll have servants to command

O, kind sir I love a soldier, I have pledged to him my hand
I don’t want your gold or silver, I don’t want your house or land
Mary’s father spoke up sharply, you will do as you are told
You will marry him on Sunday and you’ll wear his ring of gold

Near the village of Kilgory there’s a deep stream running by
They found Mary there at midnight, she had drowned with her soldier boy
In the village there is music, you can hear her father say
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day.

[C] Eileen Og me [G] heart is growin’ grey,
[B] Ever since the day you [e] wandered far away
[C] Eileen Og there’s [G] good fish in the say,
But there’s [e] none of them like the [B] Pride of Petrav[e]ore

Friday at the fair of Ballintubber
Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber
I’d like to set me mark upon the robber
For he stole away the Pride of Petravore
He never seemed to see the girl at all
Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl
Lookin’ big and masterful when she was lookin’ small
Most provokin’ for the Pride of Petravore

So it went as ’twas in the beginning
Eileen Og was bent upon the winning
Big McGrath contentedly was grinning
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
Sez he “I know a girl that could knock you into fits”
At that Eileen nearly lost her wits
The upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore
Boys, oh boys, with fate ’tis hard to grapple

Of my eyes ’tis Eileen was the apple
Now to see her marchin’ to the chapel
With the hardest featured man in Petravore
Now, boys, this is all I have to say
When you do your courtin’ make no display
If you want them to run after you, just walk the other way
For they’re mostly like the Pride of Petravore

Eileen Og

The Dubliners (Hauptdarsteller). Celtic Airs 2008, MP3-Download, € 0,89

Danny Doogan’s Jubilee / Eileen Og / The Star Of County Down

Steve O’Shea (Hauptdarsteller). K-Tel 2008, MP3-Download, € 0,77

‘Twas [d] down by the [C] glenside, I [d] met an old [a] woman
[d] A-plucking young [C] nettles, she [d] ne’er saw me [a] coming
[d] I listened a while to the [C] song she was humming
Glory [d] O, Glory [a] O, to the [d] bold [a] Fenian [d] men

‘Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

When I was a young girl, their marching and drilling
Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved poor old Ireland, to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

Some died by the glenside, some died midst the strangers
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
But they fought for old Ireland and never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I’ll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we’ll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Down by the Glenside

The Wolfe Tones (Hauptdarsteller). RMG Digital 2010, MP3-Download,

The Best Of Irish Rebel Ballads

Unknown (Hauptdarsteller). Arran Records 2009, MP3-Download, € 9,89

The Essential Irish Folk Collection

Unknown (Hauptdarsteller). Arran Records 2009, MP3-Download, € 9,89

In the [d] merry (C) month of [d] May from my home I started,
[d] Left the (C) girls of [d] Tuam - [C] nearly broken-hearted,
Sal[d]uted (C)Father [d] dear, kissed my darlin’ Mother,
[d] Drank a (C) pint of [d] beer my [C] grief and tears to smother,
Then [d] off to reap the [C] corn, and [d] leave where I was [C] born,
I [d] cut a stout black[C]thorn to banish ghost and goblin,
In a [d] brand-new pair of [C] brogues I [d] rattled o’er the [C] bogs,
And [d] frightened all the [C] dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
(A) One, two, (C) three, four (d) five

[d] hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road
and [C] all the ways to Dublin, [a] Whack fol- [C] lol-de-[d]ra.

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinking,
That’s a Paddy’d cure, whene’er he’s on for drinking,
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
At me curious style, ‘twould set your heart a-bubbling,
They ax’d if I was hired, the wages I required,
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city,
Then I took a stroll out among the quality,
My bundle it was stole in a neat locality;
Something crossed me mind, then I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin’,
Enquiring after the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue,
Wasn’t much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five

From there I got away me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin’,
When off to Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it;
Me blood began to boil, temper I was losin’,
Poor old Erin’s isle they began abusin’,
“Hurrah my soul!” says I, my shillelagh I let fly,
Some Galway boys came by, saw I was a hobblein’,
Then with a loud Hurray, they joined in the affray,
We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five

As [G] I rode down to Galway Town to seek for recreation
On the [e] seventeenth of August, me [D] mind being [G] elevated
There were [G] multitudes ass[D]embled with their [e] tickets at the [b] station
[G] Me eyes began to dazzle and I’m [e] going to [D] see the [G] races
With me [G] whack fol-da-[D]da, fol-da-[C] diddly-[D]id [e] a-day

There were passengers from Limerick and more from Tipperary
Boys from Connemara and the flair of married ladies
People from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day

It’s there you’ll see the pipers and the fiddelers competing
The nimble-footed dancers a-tripping o’er the daisies
There were others crying cigars and likes, and bills for all the races
With the colours of the jockeys and the price and horses’ ages
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day

It’s there you’ll see the jockeys and they’re mounted out so stately
The pink, the blue, the orange and green, the emblem of our Nation
When the bell was rung for starting, all the horses seemed impatient
I thought they never stood on groung, their speed was so amazing
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day

There was half a million people there from all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew and Presbyterian
There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion
But sportsman hospitality and induce fresh aquaintance
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day

The Galway Races

The Dubliners (Hauptdarsteller). EMI UK 2003, MP3-Download, € 0,99

The Dubliners

the Dubliners. EMI (EMI) 1990, Audio CD, € 8,32

Diese Version ist nicht ganz die Version von den Dubliners, da ist der Text ein wenig anders. Da ich den so aber noch nicht gefunden habe, muss das noch ein wenig Zeit haben. Normalerweise spiele ich das Lied auch in G, diese alternativen Akkorde werde ich dann bei Gelegenheit hinzufügen.

Verbesserungsvorschläge stets Willkommen ^_^

Update: Jetzt ist es in G drin :)