We Grow potatoes
WE harness the horses, yoke up the plough
We always start early, working all hours
On lay land and stubble, turning the soil
We grow potatoes, the best ones to boil
With the power of nature, wonder of the world
Then we till and we drill it, put out the dung
Get everyone working, old and the young
We cut slits on the headland, spread out the seed
WE grow potatoes, the food that we need
With the power of nature, wonder of the world
Then it's watching, weeding, molding the drills
When blossom comes early, that's our summer thrill
We put out the bluestone to ward off the blight
Fear of a famine deep in our psyche
The power of nature, wonder of the world
SUN AND WIND, RAIN HAIL AND THUNDER
YOU CAN’T BATE THE GOLDEN WONDER
The lads got a tractor, digging machine
Picking potatoes on cold evening fields
Winter is coming, harvest is good
We grow potatoes; the land is in our blood
With the power of nature, wonder-world
With the power of nature, wonder of the world
You can boil them or bake them
Make chips, kids'll ate them The humble oul' spud, still a staple today
And when you go to the shops, you will find – like as not
Stephens of Galway potatoes for sale.