Irish Song Lyrics 
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The Famine Song (the Praties) 
Oh, the praties they grow small over here, over here 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, skin and all, over here, over here, over here. 
Oh we wish that we were geese, night and morn, night and morn Oh we wish that we were geese, night and morn, night and morn Oh we wish that we were geese, and could live our lives in peace Till the hour of our release, eating corn, eating corn, eating corn. 
Oh, we're down into the dust, over here, over here Oh, we're down into the dust, over here, over here Oh, we're down into the dust, but the Lord in whom we trust Will repay us crumb for crust, over here, over here, over here.