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Unknown Miscellaneous Famine Song Praties They Grow Small 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 filename[ PRATSMAL play.exe PRATSMAL RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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