Potato Ballad

We’ve got potatoes for dinner, We’ve got potatoes for tea — Six for Master and three for me— And nary a cargo of spuds on the sea!

But a native came down from the hills to-day With a beautiful basket of spuds—soc hooray!

We’ve got potatoes for dinner, We’ve got potatoes for tea — Five for Master and four for me— A sight for the gods in these parts, you’ll agree.

In the eye of the Master I notice a glin j We’ve plenty of butter; we’ve even got mint: And we’ve got potatoes for dinner We’ve got potatoes for tea— Pour for Master and five for— Dash it! We’ll mash ’em, and no one wil see!

Noelle Taylor.