from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , as Traditional
The Praties
Language: English
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 we dig them in the fall, and we eat them coats and all, over here, over here. Oh I wish that we were geese, night and morn, night and morn, Oh I that we were geese, night and morn. Oh I wish that we were geese and could live our lives in peace Till the hour of our re-lease, eating corn, eating corn. Oh we're down in-to the dust over here, over here, Oh we're down in-to the dust over here. Oh we're down in-to the dust but the Lord in whom we trust will re-pay us crumb for crust, over here, over here.
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* Pronounced "pray-tees", the Irish word for potatoes
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
* Pronounced "pray-tees", the Irish word for potatoes
Text Authorship:
- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , as Traditional [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gilda Lyons (b. 1975), "The Praties", subtitle: "Traditional Irish", first performed 2009 [ 2 voices ] [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2025-10-06
Line count: 12
Word count: 130