| Ah the cool green grass rolled across the foggy hills
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| As i made my way back to my irish lass
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| She laid in wait for the man who went away
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| On the table was the food that filled my past
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Potatoes boiled and fried
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Enough to make you cry
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Potatoes piled high
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| Potatoes with whiskey on the side
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| 'twas a cold winter’s morning when my bonnie said to me
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| Let’s board a sip and sail across the sea
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| Now don’t fret my darling it won’t be very long
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| We’ll have some potatoes by the dawn
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Potatoes boiled and fried
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Enough to make you cry
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Potatoes piled high
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| Potatoes with whiskey on the side
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| Came home to my little ones they were filled with fear
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| Sat down to eat, cleaned out my ear
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| The misses came in with a stewed tomato
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| I said 'no thanks, colleen, i’ll have a potato
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| If it’s all the same to you'
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Potatoes boiled and fried
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Enough to make you cry
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Potatoes piled high
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| Potatoes with whiskey on the side
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| Potatoes in the morning, potatoes in the night
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| Potatoes in the evening, potatoes by the light
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| Mcteagle, mick jagger, mcnugget, we agree
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| Potatoes and beer are good enough for me
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Potatoes boiled and fried
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Enough to make you cry
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| Potatoes potatoes
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| Potatoes piled high
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| Potatoes with whiskey on the side |