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The Praties They Grow Small

hornpipe

Key signature: Eminor

Submitted on June 21st 2002 by The Whistler.

This tune has been added to 9 tunebooks.

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X: 1
T: Praties They Grow Small, The
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
R: hornpipe
K: Emin
E2F2|G2F2 E2^D2|E4 E2F2|E4 E2F2|
E4 E2F2|G2F2 G2A2|B4 A2B2|c2B2 A2G2|
F4 E2F2|G2F2 E2^D2|E4 E2F2|E4 E2F2|E4|

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The Praties They Grow Small sheetmusic
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This is not a hornpipe. I only call it a hornpipe to get it into the proper 4/4 time signature.
I found this in a school textbook of mostly American tunes. The book says it's an Irish folk song.

# Posted on June 21st 2002 by The Whistler

Small Potatoes

Sounds more like an Air of a tune, does it have repeats or is it played as is?

# Posted on June 21st 2002 by B Rad

I don't know about repeats, but it does have three verses. I guess it could be an air.
Here are the lyrics:
"Oh, the praties they grow small over here, over here, Oh, the praties they grow small, and we dig them in the fall, And we eat them coats and all, over here, over here.
Oh, I wish that we were geese, night and morn, night and morn, Oh I wish that we were geese, for they fly and take their ease, And they live and die in peace, eatin' corn, eatin' corn.
Oh, we're hoping for the day over here, over here, Oh we're hoping for the day when to others we can say, This is home and here we'll stay, over here, over here."

# Posted on June 22nd 2002 by The Whistler

Now where down into the dust, over here, over here, noe where down into the dust, over here, now where down into the dust, and the lord in whom whe trust, will repay us crumb for crust, over here, over here.

# Posted on February 23rd 2005 by Dark Raven

Irish Lyrics

I much prefer this version, but then I'm biased

óró, 's na prataí ag fás drochdhathach, drochdhathach,
bhainimis san fhómhar iad,
'nois alpaimid a gcraiceann 's gach,
óró, 's na prataí ag fás drochdhathach, drochdhathach,

translation (as it is a little different):
oro, the potatoes are growing sickly, sickly,
we used to harvest them in the fall,
now we devour their skin and all
oro, the potatoes are growing sickly, sickly

no word on the other verses yet but I'll see

# Posted on February 4th 2006 by dubhghaill

An excellent recording

Album: Éigse DhiarmuidÍn, track 9/17, sung (in English) by The Voice Squad.

# Posted on October 6th 2007 by scomomando

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