THE FAMINE SONG (Praties They Grow Small)



Oh the praties they grow small, over here (2x)

Oh the praties they grow small

And way up in Donegal

We eat them skins and all, over here, over here

We eat them skins and all, over here.



Oh I wish that we were geese, night and morn, (2x)

Oh I wish that we were geese

Till the hour of our release

When we' d live and die in peace, stuffing corn, stuffing corn

When we' d live and die in peace, stuffing corn.



Oh, they'll grind us into dust, over here (2x)

Oh, they'll grind us into dust,

But the Lord in whom we trust

Will return us crumb for crust, over here, over here

Will return us crumb for crust, over here.

Note: Refers to the great potato famine of 1847-1848. Oddly

enough, this song is probably a parody of a song, "The

Wonderful Song of 'Over There'", published by Atwill in

1844. Another case of the parody outlasting the original. In

any case, there are a large number of Ameerican parodies of

this one. RG

@Irish @famine @farm @vegetable

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