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Colcannon

👤 The Black Family 🎼 Song For Ireland ⏱️ 2:26
🎵 1627 characters
⏱️ 2:26 duration
🆔 ID: 8852870

📜 Lyrics

Well did you ever make colcannon,
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 mother's used to make

Oh you did, so you did
so did he and so did I
And the more I think about it
sure the nearer I'm to cry
Oh weren't them the happy days
when troubles we knew not
And our mothers 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 wasn't looking'
sure a great big bite you'd take
Of the creamy flavoured soft and meltin'
sweet potatoe cake

Oh you did, so you did
so did he and so did I
And the more I think about it
sure the nearer I'm to cry
Oh weren't them the happy days
when troubles we knew not
And our mothers made colcannon
in the little skillet pot

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 clúrachán was seen
And you whispered lovin' praises to
your own dear sweet cáilín

Oh you did, so you did
so did he and so did I
And the more I think about it
sure the nearer I'm to cry
Oh weren't them the happy days
when troubles we knew not
And our mothers made colcannon
in the little skillet pot

Oh you did, so you did
so did he and so did I
And the more I think about it
sure the nearer I'm to cry
Oh weren't them the happy days
when troubles we knew not
And our mother made colcannon
in the little skillet pot

⏱️ Synced Lyrics

[00:01.92] Well did you ever make colcannon,
[00:04.07] made with lovely pickled cream
[00:06.62] With the greens & scallions mingled
[00:08.46] like a pitcher in a dream
[00:11.00] Did you ever make a hole on top
[00:14.07] to hold the meltin' flake
[00:16.13] Or the creamy flavoured butter
[00:17.96] that our mother's used to make
[00:21.46] Oh you did, so you did
[00:23.51] so did he and so did I
[00:26.19] And the more I think about it
[00:28.63] sure the nearer I'm to cry
[00:30.92] Oh weren't them the happy days
[00:33.57] when troubles we knew not
[00:35.62] And our mothers made colcannon
[00:38.13] in the little skillet pot
[00:41.64] Well, did you ever take potatoe cake
[00:43.93] and boxty to the school
[00:46.59] Tucked underneath your oxter with
[00:48.69] your books, your slate and rule
[00:51.19] And when teacher wasn't looking'
[00:53.56] sure a great big bite you'd take
[00:55.66] Of the creamy flavoured soft and meltin'
[00:58.63] sweet potatoe cake
[01:01.64] Oh you did, so you did
[01:04.14] so did he and so did I
[01:06.72] And the more I think about it
[01:08.58] sure the nearer I'm to cry
[01:11.68] Oh weren't them the happy days
[01:13.71] when troubles we knew not
[01:15.55] And our mothers made colcannon
[01:19.00] in the little skillet pot
[01:21.67] Well did you ever go a courtin' boys
[01:24.16] when the evenin' sun went down
[01:26.77] And the moon began a peepin'
[01:28.57] from behind the Hill O' Down
[01:31.13] And you wandered down the boreen
[01:33.60] where the clúrachán was seen
[01:35.73] And you whispered lovin' praises to
[01:38.00] your own dear sweet cáilín
[01:41.52] Oh you did, so you did
[01:44.13] so did he and so did I
[01:47.14] And the more I think about it
[01:49.24] sure the nearer I'm to cry
[01:51.71] Oh weren't them the happy days
[01:54.16] when troubles we knew not
[01:56.28] And our mothers made colcannon
[01:58.76] in the little skillet pot
[02:02.29] Oh you did, so you did
[02:04.87] so did he and so did I
[02:06.65] And the more I think about it
[02:09.28] sure the nearer I'm to cry
[02:11.74] Oh weren't them the happy days
[02:14.32] when troubles we knew not
[02:16.13] And our mother made colcannon
[02:18.79] in the little skillet pot
[02:22.27]

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