Oh, the praties, they grow small
Over here, over here
Yes, the praties, they grow small
Over here...
Oh the praties, they grow small
But we eat them coats and all
Yes, we eat them coats and all
Over here, over here

Now, I wish that we were geese
Night and morn, night and morn
Yes, I wish that we were geese
Night and morn...
Oh, I wish that we were geese
Who can fly and take their ease
Who can dine and take their peace
Eating corn, eating corn

Now, the praties, they grow small
Over here, over here
Yes, the praties, they grow small
Over here...
Oh the praties, they grow small
But we eat them coats and all
Yes, we eat them coats and all
Over here, over here