Перевод песни R. Moller, T. Boylan, J. Cunningham, J. O'Brien – Potatoes

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Ah the cool green grass rolled across the foggy hills
As i made my way back to my irish lass
She laid in wait for the man who went away
On the table was the food that filled my past
Potatoes potatoes
Potatoes boiled and fried
Potatoes potatoes
Enough to make you cry
Potatoes potatoes
Potatoes piled high
Potatoes with whiskey on the side
'twas a cold winter’s morning when my bonnie said to me
Let’s board a sip and sail across the sea
Now don’t fret my darling it won’t be very long
We’ll have some potatoes by the dawn
Potatoes potatoes
Potatoes boiled and fried
Potatoes potatoes
Enough to make you cry
Potatoes potatoes
Potatoes piled high
Potatoes with whiskey on the side
Came home to my little ones they were filled with fear
Sat down to eat, cleaned out my ear
The misses came in with a stewed tomato
I said 'no thanks, colleen, i’ll have a potato
If it’s all the same to you'
Potatoes potatoes
Potatoes boiled and fried
Potatoes potatoes
Enough to make you cry
Potatoes potatoes
Potatoes piled high
Potatoes with whiskey on the side
Potatoes in the morning, potatoes in the night
Potatoes in the evening, potatoes by the light
Mcteagle, mick jagger, mcnugget, we agree
Potatoes and beer are good enough for me
Potatoes potatoes
Potatoes boiled and fried
Potatoes potatoes
Enough to make you cry
Potatoes potatoes
Potatoes piled high
Potatoes with whiskey on the side