Praties They Grow Small – lyrics and chords

The lyrics of The Praties They Grow Small refer to the potato famine that struck Ireland in the mid 1840s. When the crop failed over the course of three years, hundreds of thousand of people were left without food and died of starvation.

Praties They Grow Small

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The chords to The Praties They Grow Small are presented here in the key of Em. Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys. This tune is also known as the Famine Song.
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[Em]Oh, the praties they grow small [D]over [Em]here, [D]over [Em]here

Oh, the praties they grow small [D]over [Em]here,

Oh, the praties they grow [G]small, and [Am]up here in Done[D]gal

We [Em]eat them skins and all, [D]over [Em]here [D]over [Em]here.

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Oh, we’re down into the dust, over here, over here
Oh, we’re down into the dust, over here,
Oh, we’re down into the dust, but the Lord in whom we trust
Will repay us crumb for crust over here, over here.

Oh I wish that we were geese, night and morn,
Oh I wish that we were geese, 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.

Praties They Grow Small
Praties They Grow Small lyrics and chords

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[Em]Oh, the praties they grow small [D]over [Em]here, [D]over [Em]here
Oh, the praties they grow small [D]over [Em]here,
Oh, the praties they grow [G]small, and [Am]up here in Done[D]gal
We [Em]eat them skins and all, [D]over [Em]here [D]over [Em]here.

Oh, we’re down into the dust, over here, over here
Oh, we’re down into the dust, over here,
Oh, we’re down into the dust, but the Lord in whom we trust
Will repay us crumb for crust over here, over here.

Oh I wish that we were geese, night and morn,
Oh I wish that we were geese, 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.

Praties They Grow Small
Praties They Grow Small lyrics and chords