Oh the praties they are small Over here Over here Oh the praties they are small And we dig them in the fall And we eat them skins and all Over here Over here Oh we wish that we were geese Night and morn Night and morn Oh we wish that we were geese We could live our lives in peace Til the hour of our release Eating corn Eating corn Oh we're down into the dust Over here Over here Oh we're down in to the dust But the Lord in whom we trust Will repay us crumb and crust Over here Over here.