There are few songs about the 1840s famine, or about any famine; people don't remember a time of shame in song. There are also very few stories about that time; my family is one of the few I know to have any family stories about it, even though I know, for instance, that one friend, whose family are all very high achievers - CEOs of multinationals and the like - is from a family who were literally put out on the side of the road to live in the ditch, evicted by their landlord, in 1847.

About the only two songs I could suggest are an American one, "Over Here" - sung by emigrants who had left Ireland starving:

Oh, the praties they are small
Over here
Oh the praties they are small
Over here
Oh, the praties they are small
And they dig them in the fall
And we eat them skins and all
Over here...

and so on; the meaning isn't exactly transparent until you've smelled the stink of your livelihood and your children's food rotting in the fields and in the clamps, and seen people lie dead with grass spilling from their mouths, or seen people too weak to run a boat out, starving because the inshore waters were all fished out and even the seaweed torn from the shores.

Another song, in Irish, is Na Conneries, a tragic curse-song, putting a curse on a family called the Conneries, who had informed on a neighbouring family and had them deported to New South Wales; a beautiful tune, though the words are chilling.

Oh, and of course I'm forgetting... is it "Johnny Seoghe"? Somebody Seoighe anyway - that's a song pleading with a sickening mixture of grovelling praise and desperation, of the landlord's agent - there's one line partly in English - "A Mhister Joyce, ta an Workhouse lan, is mo bhean is paisti ar taobh an tsraid" - "O Mr Joyce, the Workhouse is full, and my wife and my children by the side of the road".