Colcannon - The Black Family

[00:00.0]Colcannon - The Black Family
[00:00.27]Written by：Black
[00:00.55]Well did well a make colcannon made
[00:03.29]With lovely pickled cream
[00:05.84]With the greens callions mingled
[00:07.43]Like a pitcher in a dream
[00:10.27]Did you well make a hole on top
[00:12.73]To hold the meltin' flake
[00:14.84]Or the creamy flavoured butter
[00:16.8]After mother's used to make
[00:20.25]Oh you did so you did
[00:22.78]So did he and so did I
[00:25.46]And the more I think about it
[00:27.36]Sure the nearer I'm to cry
[00:30.21]Oh weren't them the happy days
[00:32.53]When troubles we knew not
[00:34.56]And our mothers made colcannon
[00:36.33]In the little skillet pot
[00:40.34]Well did well you ever take potatoe cake
[00:43.11]And boxty to the school
[00:45.61]Tucked underneath your oxter with
[00:47.98]Your books your slate and rule
[00:50.27]And when teacher wasn't looking'
[00:52.4]Sure a great big bite you'd take
[00:54.8]Of the creamy flavoured soft and meltin'
[00:57.35]Sweet potatoe cake
[01:00.35]Oh you did so you did
[01:02.75]So did he and so did I
[01:05.57]And the more I think about it
[01:07.48]Sure the nearer I'm to cry
[01:10.29]Oh weren't them the happy days
[01:12.63]When troubles we knew not
[01:14.63]And our mothers made colcannon
[01:16.5]In the little skillet pot
[01:20.45]Well did well go a courtin' boys
[01:23.33]Evenin' sun went down
[01:25.84]And the moon began a peepin'
[01:27.76]From behind the hill o' down
[01:30.47]And you wandered down the boreen
[01:32.66]Where the clúrachán was seen
[01:35.28]And you whispered lovin' praises to
[01:37.67]Your own dear sweet cáilín
[01:40.92]Oh you did so you did
[01:43.509995]So did he and so did I
[01:46.259995]And the more I think about it
[01:47.89]Sure the nearer I'm to cry
[01:50.91]Oh weren't them the happy days
[01:53.35]When troubles we knew not
[01:55.32]And our mothers made colcannon
[01:57.259995]In the little skillet pot
[02:01.11]Oh you did so you did
[02:03.57]So did he and so did I
[02:06.2]And the more I think about it
[02:07.84]Sure the nearer I'm to cry
[02:11.0]Oh weren't them the happy days
[02:13.39]When troubles we knew not
[02:15.29]And our mother made colcannon
[02:17.34]In the little skillet pot