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Eine alter traditioneller Song aus Irland den ich mit meinem Freund und Bandpartner
Wolfgang arrangiert habe.Hier handelt es sich um einen Dialog zwischen Vater und Sohn indem der Sohn den Vater fragt warum er seine Heimat verlassen hat..Dier Hintergrund ist der als viele irische Familien im 17/18 Jahrhundert ihre Heimat verlassen haben,in der Zeit als England diese unterdrückten.
(c)2007 Marijan P. Horvat
Words and Music : Irish Traditional
Arrangement and Production by Marijan
Canto: Heydline and Marijan
Wolfgang arrangiert habe.Hier handelt es sich um einen Dialog zwischen Vater und Sohn indem der Sohn den Vater fragt warum er seine Heimat verlassen hat..Dier Hintergrund ist der als viele irische Familien im 17/18 Jahrhundert ihre Heimat verlassen haben,in der Zeit als England diese unterdrückten.
(c)2007 Marijan P. Horvat
Words and Music : Irish Traditional
Arrangement and Production by Marijan
Canto: Heydline and Marijan
Dear old Skibbereen
Word and Music Irish Traditional
Arranged by Marijan
Son - Heydline
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.
Father - Marijan
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.
Son - Heydline
I can hardly remember that black December day
The landlord and the sheriff came to take us all away
Father - Marijan
They set our roof on fire with their cursed English spleen
we heaved a sigh and bad goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.
Father - Marijan
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, my son, in dear old Skibbereen.
Son - Heydline
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!
And loud and clear we'll raise the cheer, Revenge for Skibbereen!
Word and Music Irish Traditional
Arranged by Marijan
Son - Heydline
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.
Father - Marijan
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.
Son - Heydline
I can hardly remember that black December day
The landlord and the sheriff came to take us all away
Father - Marijan
They set our roof on fire with their cursed English spleen
we heaved a sigh and bad goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.
Father - Marijan
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, my son, in dear old Skibbereen.
Son - Heydline
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!
And loud and clear we'll raise the cheer, Revenge for Skibbereen!
