Potatoes - Barleyjuice

Ah the cool green grass rolled across the foggy hills

As i made my way back to my irish lass

She laid in wait for the man who went away

On the table was the food that filled my past

Potatoes potatoes

Potatoes boiled and fried

Potatoes potatoes

Enough to make you cry

Potatoes potatoes

Potatoes piled high

Potatoes with whiskey on the side

'twas a cold winter’s morning when my bonnie said to me

Let’s board a sip and sail across the sea

Now don’t fret my darling it won’t be very long

We’ll have some potatoes by the dawn

Potatoes potatoes

Potatoes boiled and fried

Potatoes potatoes

Enough to make you cry

Potatoes potatoes

Potatoes piled high

Potatoes with whiskey on the side

Came home to my little ones they were filled with fear

Sat down to eat, cleaned out my ear

The misses came in with a stewed tomato

I said 'no thanks, colleen, i’ll have a potato

If it’s all the same to you'

Potatoes potatoes

Potatoes boiled and fried

Potatoes potatoes

Enough to make you cry

Potatoes potatoes

Potatoes piled high

Potatoes with whiskey on the side

Potatoes in the morning, potatoes in the night

Potatoes in the evening, potatoes by the light

Mcteagle, mick jagger, mcnugget, we agree

Potatoes and beer are good enough for me

Potatoes potatoes

Potatoes boiled and fried

Potatoes potatoes

Enough to make you cry

Potatoes potatoes

Potatoes piled high

Potatoes with whiskey on the side