Made with lovely pickled cream With the greens & scallions mingled Like a pitcher in a dream Did you ever make a hole on top To hold the meltin flake Or the creamy flavoured butter That our mothers used to make
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Oh you did, so you did So did he and so did i And the more I think about it Sure the nearer Im to cry Oh werent them the happy days When troubles we knew not And or mother made colcannon In the little skillet pot
Well, did you ever take potatoe cake And boxty to the school Tucked underneath your oxter with Your books, your slate and rule And when teacher wasnt looking Sure a great big bite youd take Of the creamy flavoured soft and meltin Sweet potatoe cake
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Well did you ever go a courtin boys When the evenin sun went down And the moon began a peepin From behind the hill o down And you wandered down the boreen Where the clrachn was seen And you whispered lovin praises to Your own dear sweet ciln