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Unknown - The Praties They Grow Small (The Famine Song) (gezongen door/sung by John Hamilton)

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Oh the praties they are small, over here, over here
Oh the praties they are small, over here
Oh the praties they are small and way up in Donegal
Well. we eat them skins and all, over here, over here
We eat them skins and all, over here

Oh the praties they are small, over here, over here
Oh the praties they are small, over here
Oh the praties they are small and way up in Donegal
Well. 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, night and morn
Oh I wish that we were geese, night and morn
Oh I wish that we were geese 'til 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, over here
Oh, they'll grind us into dust, over here
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

Oh the praties they grow small, over here, over here
Oh the praties they grow small, over here
Oh the praties they grow small and way up in Donegal
Well. we eat them skins and all, over here, over here
We eat them skins and all, over here
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