Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'

Subject: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: GUEST,Howie
Date: 08 Feb 13 - 03:37 PM

'oh the (some kind of a fruit, nut, or vegetable)and you eat them in the fall'

Thanks!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: Jack Campin
Date: 08 Feb 13 - 04:12 PM

Oh the praties they grow small...

Irish Famine song.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: Rozza
Date: 08 Feb 13 - 04:14 PM

THE FAMINE SONG (Praties They Grow Small)

Oh the praties they grow small, over here (2x)
Oh the praties they grow small
And way up in Donegal
We eat them skins and all, over here, over here
We eat them skins and all, over here.

Oh I wish that we were geese, night and morn, (2x)
Oh I wish that we were geese
Till the hour of our release
When we' d live and die in peace, stuffing corn, stuffing corn
When we' d live and die in peace, stuffing corn.

Oh, they'll grind us into dust, over here (2x)
Oh, they'll grind us into dust,
But the Lord in whom we trust
Will return us crumb for crust, over here, over here
Will return us crumb for crust, over here.

Note: Refers to the great potato famine of 1847-1848. Oddly
enough, this song is probably a parody of a song, "The
Wonderful Song of 'Over There'", published by Atwill in
1844. Another case of the parody outlasting the original. In
any case, there are a large number of American parodies of
this one.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: GUEST
Date: 08 Feb 13 - 04:22 PM

Thanks!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: Midchuck
Date: 08 Feb 13 - 04:46 PM

Oh, they chew tobacco thin, in Kansas.
Oh, they chew tobacco thin, in Kansas.
Oh, they chew tobacco thin,
And it dribbles down their chin.
And they (slurping, slobbering, noise) it up again,
In Kansas.

Forget where I saw that.

Peter.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: GUEST,mg
Date: 08 Feb 13 - 06:52 PM

I like the Donegal lyrics. Always heard we dig them in the fall..but saw Donegal lyrics in an old song book.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: Jack Campin
Date: 08 Feb 13 - 07:36 PM

Midchuck's version is missing an "Ar-".

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: GUEST,Lighter
Date: 08 Feb 13 - 08:11 PM

The song you want is the forerunner of the Irish song.

Here's the sheet music, from 1844 (a year before the Famine):

http://levysheetmusic.mse.jhu.edu/levy-cgi/display.cgi?id=050.073.000;pages=3;range=0-2

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: Dave Hanson
Date: 09 Feb 13 - 07:20 AM

There's no paper in the bogs in Kansas,
There's no paper in the bogs in Kansas,
There's no paper in the bogs,
They just sit there till it clogs,
Then they saw it off in logs, in Kansas.

Can't remember where I saw this either.

Dave H

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: Mo the caller
Date: 09 Feb 13 - 03:59 PM

Is it related to
"My name it is Sam Hall" ?
The tune in that link isn't quite the one I heard.

Subject: LYR ADD: In Mobile
From: Joe_F
Date: 09 Feb 13 - 06:03 PM

Dave Hanson:

Appeared in "In Mobile" (St Andrews University, 1959):

Oh, the seagulls they fly high
    In Mobile.
Oh, the seagulls they fly high
    In Mobile.
Oh, the seagulls they fly high,
And they shit right in your eye:
It's a good job cows don't fly
In Mobile.

In Mobile, in Mobile,
In Mo-, in Mo-, in Mo-, in Mobile.
Ah, so, ah so,
Ah------ so.

There's a scarcity of whores,\\
But there's keyholes in the doors,\\
And there's knotholes in the floors.\\
\\
There's a shortage of Santowels,\\
So they wait until it fouls,\\
And they dig it out with trowels.\\
\\
There's a Jew by the name of Cohen;\\
To the Christian church he's goin',\\
'Cos his foreskin keeps on growin'.\\
\\
There's a lack of fornication,\\
So they're stuck with masturbation---\\
What a fucking situation!\\
\\
Oh, the minister's a bugger,\\
And the vicar is another,\\
And they bugger one another.\\
\\
There's a nancy-boy named West,\\
And he thinks he's got a breast,\\
But his balls are on his chest.\\

There's a man named Colonel Hunt,\\
And he thinks he's got a cunt,\\
But his arsehole's back-to-front.\\
\\
Oh, they haven't any bogs,\\
So they wait until it clogs,\\
And they saw it off in logs.\\
\\
Oh, they have no toilet paper,\\
So they wait until it's vapor,\\
And they light it with a taper.\\
\\
Oh, the chemist is a key man,\\
Selling artifical semen\\
To the dehydrated he-men.\\
\\
There's a very pretty lighthouse,\\
And the lighthouse is a white house,\\
For the seagulls have a shitehouse.\\
\\
There's a shortage of pint glasses,\\
'Cos the fucking working classes\\
Stuff the glasses up their arses.\\
\\
Oh, the old brown cow is dead,\\
But the children must be fed,\\
So we'll milk the bull instead.\\
\\
There's a lady they call Susan,\\
And her cunt she's always usin'---\\
She's got the best infusion.\\
\\
Oh, I knew a parson's daughter,\\
Sought her, caught her, fucked her, taught her\\
Now I cannot pass my water.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: Bert
Date: 09 Feb 13 - 10:19 PM

There was a young fellow named Fritz
who planted an acre of tits
They grew in the fall
red nipples and all
and he leisurely chewed them to bits.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: Dave Hanson
Date: 10 Feb 13 - 04:00 AM

Nice one Joe_F

Dave H

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'and you eat them in the fall'
From: Lighter
Date: 10 Feb 13 - 09:35 AM

Joe: was the tune more like "Coming 'Round the Mountain" or was iy more like "Sam Hall"?