Colcannon Ballad

Did you know there is a song about a traditional Irish potato dish? It is a sweet, nostalgic ballad by Mary        Black titled, Colcannon.

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This lively Irish song is filled with memories of youth and a happier, easier era. Listen below to this lovely piece. If you didn’t grow up with an Irish heritage, you will still enjoy the thoughts and words of the ballad.

And Irish or not, colcannon is a delicious potato side dish perfect for serving with the traditional corned beef brisket. You might think cabbage with mashed potatoes a wee bit odd, but even those who don’t like cabbage like these creamy, buttery mashed potatoes topped with crisp bacon.

Scroll down for the link to the easy recipe for a favorite St Patrick’s Day colcannon and some other tasty Irish recipes.

 
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Colcannon
by: Mary Black

Well did you ever make colcannon,
Made with lovely pickled cream
With the greens & scallions mingled
Like a pitcher in a dream
Did you ever make a hole on top
To hold the meltin’ flake
Or the creamy flavoured butter
That our mother’s used to make

Oh you did, so you did
So did he and so did I
And the more I think about it
Sure the nearer I’m to cry
Oh weren’t them the happy days
When troubles we knew not
And our mothers made colcannon
In the little skillet pot

Well, did you ever take potatoe cake
And boxty to the school
Tucked underneath your oxter with
Your books, your slate and rule
And when teacher wasn’t looking’
Sure a great big bite you’d take
Of the creamy flavoured soft and meltin’
Sweet potatoe cake

Oh you did, so you did
So did he and so did I
And the more I think about it
Sure the nearer I’m to cry
Oh weren’t them the happy days
When troubles we knew not
And our mothers made colcannon
In the little skillet pot

Well did you ever go a courtin’ boys
When the evenin’ sun went down
And the moon began a peepin’
From behind the hill o’ down
And you wandered down the boreen
Where the clúrachán was seen
And you whispered lovin’ praises to
Your own dear sweet cáilín

Oh you did, so you did
So did he and so did I
And the more I think about it
Sure the nearer I’m to cry
Oh weren’t them the happy days
When troubles we knew not
And our mothers made colcannon
In the little skillet pot
Source: Musixmatch