Lyrics The Praties Song - Sol Invictus

The Praties Song

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
Oh, I wish that we were geese
Night and morn, night and morn
Oh, I wish that we were geese
And could live our lives in peace
Till the hour of our release
Eating corn, eating corn
Oh, we’re drowning in a dust
Over here, over here
Oh, we’re drowning in a dust
But the Lord in whom we trust
He’ll repay us crumb for crust
Over here, over here
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
Oh, we’re drowning in a dust
Over here, over here
Oh, we’re drowning in a dust
But the Lord in whom we trust
Will repay us crumb for crust
Over here, over here