Oh the praties they are small
over here
over here
Oh the praties they are small
and we dig them in the fall
and we eat them skins and all
over here
over here
Oh we wish that we were geese
night and morn
night and morn
Oh we wish that we were geese
we could live our lives in peace
til the hour of our release
eating corn
eating corn
Oh we're down into the dust
over here
over here
oh we're down in to the dust
but the Lord in whom we trust
will repay us crumb and crust
over here
over here.