The Praties They Grow Small

[Verse 1]
Oh, the praties they grow small
Over here, over here
Oh, the praties they grow small
And we dig them in the fall
And we eat them coats and all
Over here, over here

[Verse 2]
Oh, we're trampled in the dust
Over here, over here
Oh, we're trampled in the dust
But the Lord in whom we trust
Will give us crumb for crust
Over here, over here

[Verse 3]
Oh, I wish that we were geese
Night and morn', night and morn'
Oh, I wish that we were geese
For they fly and take their ease
And they live and die in peace
Eatin' corn, eatin' corn

[Verse 1]
Oh, the praties they grow small
Over here, over here
Oh, the praties they grow small
And we dig them in the fall
And we eat them coats and all
Over here, over here