© Sam Speirs & Ray Weaver 2017
This is a homesick song. It's the story of a guy from the West Cork village of Skibbereen in Ireland who finds himself in New York. He heads for an Irish pub and a young girl sings a song about his hometown. This was a collaboration with my friend Ray Weaver.
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Written by Sam Speirs & Ray Weaver
In an Irish bar,
Up in New York City.
Stood a lone guitar,
By a microphone.
On a that tiny stage,
Man, it looked so pretty.
It was green and white and gold.
It was green and white and gold.
Then a blue eyed girl,
Took that old guitar.
And I was captured by,
That fair colleen.
Held that guitar like,
It was her child.
She sang, "Dear Old Skibbereen".
She sang, "Dear Old Skibbereen".
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She sang my should in New York City,
She sang me back to where I want to be.
From a run-down pub in NYC.
She sang me home,
To Skibbereen.
Well I'm not a man,
Who can show his feelings.
I was raised to keep them,
Buried deep.
But that blue eyed girl,
On that New York evening,
She made this strong man weep.
Yes she made this strong man weep.
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