Colcannon - Mary Black

Well did you ever make colcannon

Made with lovely pickled cream

With the greens and scallions mingled

Like a pitcher in a dream

Did you ever make a hole on top

To hold the melting flake

Or the creamy flavoured butter

That our mother's used to make

Oh 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 weren't them the happy days

When troubles we knew not

And or mother made colcannon

In the little skillet pot

Well did you ever take potatoe cake

And boxty to the school

Tucked underneath your oxter with

Your books your slate and rule

And when teacher wasn't looking

Sure a great big bite you'd take

Of the creamy flavoured soft and melting

Sweet potatoe cake

Oh 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 weren't them the happy days

When troubles we knew not

And or mother made colcannon

In the little skillet pot

Well did you ever go a courting boys

When the evening sun went down

And the moon began a peeping

From behind the hill of down

And you wandered down the boreen

Where the clúrachán was seen

And you whispered loving praises to

Your own dear sweet cáilín

Oh 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 weren't them the happy days

When troubles we knew not

And or mother made colcannon

In the little skillet pot

Oh 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 weren't them the happy days

When troubles we knew not

And or mother made colcannon

In the little skillet pot