Oh, the praties they grow small,
Over here, over here.
Oh, the praties they grow small
And we dig them in the fall.
And we eat them skins and all,
Over here, over here.

Oh, I wish that we were geese,
Night and morn, night and morn,
Oh, I wish that we were geese,
For they fly and take their ease,
And they live and die in peace,
Eating corn, eating corn.

Oh, we're trampled in the durst,
Over here, over here,
Yes, we're trampled in the dust,
But the Lord in whom we trust
Will give us crumb for crust,
Over here, over here.

Oh, the praties they grow small,
Over here, over here.
Oh, the praties they grow small
Snd we dig them in the fall.
And we eat them skins and all,
Over here, over here.

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Source: Singing Together, Autumn 1971, BBC Publications

Notes:
Described as "Irish Folk Song", taken from Come Listen, Ginn and Co Ltd.

Roud:
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Related Songs:  Captain Kid's Farewell to the Seas (structural) Davy Lowston (structural) Death of Admiral Benbow (structural)