This thread sent me searching in a recipe book called Potluck: Potato Recipes from Ireland, by Nell Donnelly (Wolfhound Press). Dublin coddle isn't listed there, but it does have some good recipes as well as some interesting Irish history and folklore, and a sprinkling of poems and songs, including this one:

Over Here

Oh, the praties they are small,
Over here, over here!
Oh, the praties they are small,
Over here!
Oh, the praties they are small
And we dig them in the fall,
And we ate them coats and all,
Full of fear, full of fear.

Oh, I wish we all were geese,
Night and morn, night and morn!
Oh, I wish we all were geese,
Night and morn!
Oh, I wish we all were geese,
For they live and die at peace,
Till the hour of their decease,
'Atin' corn, 'atin' corn.

Oh, we're down into the dust,
Over here, over here!
Oh, we're down into the dust,
Over here!
Oh, we're down into the dust,
But the God in whom we trust,
Will yet give us crumb for crust,
Over here, over here!

I wonder if praties is Gaelic for potatoes. It's used here and there in this little recipe book.


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