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 we dig them in the fall,
And we eat them roots [coats] and all, over here, [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, for they live and die in peace,
Till the day of their decease, stuffin' corn, [stuffin' corn].
Oh we're ground into the dust, over here, [over here],
Oh we're ground into the dust, over here,
Oh we're ground into the dust, but the Party that we trust [the God in Whom we trust],
Will yet give us crumb for crust, over here, [over here].
Oh the praties they are small, over here,
Oh the praties they are small, and we dig them in the fall,
And we eat them roots [coats] and all, over here, [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, for they live and die in peace,
Till the day of their decease, stuffin' corn, [stuffin' corn].
Oh we're ground into the dust, over here, [over here],
Oh we're ground into the dust, over here,
Oh we're ground into the dust, but the Party that we trust [the God in Whom we trust],
Will yet give us crumb for crust, over here, [over here].
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