| lyric | 1. Did you ever eat Colcannon, made from lovely pickled cream?
With the flour ans callions blended like a picutre in a dream.
Did you ever make a hole on top to hold the melting flake.
Of the creamy flav’ry butter that your mother used to make?
Chorus:
Yes you did, so you did, so did he and so did I.
And the more I think about it sure the nearer I’m to cry.
Oh, wasn’t it the happy days when troubles had not
And our mothers made Colcannon in the little skillet pot.
2. Yes you did, so you did, so did she and so did I,
And the more I think about it sure the nearer I am to cry,
Oh, wasn’t it the happy times when troubles we had not,
And our mothers made Colcannon in the little skillet pot.
3. Did you ever bring potato cake in a basket to the school,
Tucked underneath your arm with your book, your slate and rule,
And when teacher wasn’t looking sure a great big bite you’d take,
Of the flowery flavoured buttered soft and sweet potato cake.
4. Did you ever go a—courting as the evening sun went down,
And the moon began a-peeping from behind the Hill 0’ Down,
As you wandered down the boreen where the leprechaun was seen,
And you whispered loving phrases to your little fair colleen. |