The Little Skillet Pot

Did you ever have colcannon with lovely yellow cream?
And the Spuds and cabbage blended like a picture in a dream.
Did you ever make a hole on top to hold the melting flake
of the creamy flavoured butter that our mother used to make?

Yes you did, so you did. So did she, and so did I.
And the more I think about, sure it the more I want to cry.
Oh weren't them the happy days when troubles we knew not.
And our mothers made colcannon in the little skillet pot.

Did you ever help her make potato cakes on baking day?
And the smells that filled the kitchen sure would take your breath away.
And when at last twas ready sure a great big bite you'd take,
of the creany flavored soft and melting sweet potato cake.

Did you travel to the sea-side to spend a holiday?
and your cheeks were red and rosy from the wind and from the spray.
And you frolicked in the waves but you never felt the chill.
And at night you heard some ghostly tales that have you shaking still.

Did you ever go a-courting as the sun went down,
and watched the stars a-twinkling from the hill above the town.
Did you find a leafy bower where you knew you'd not be seen,
and you gently kissed and cuddled with your darling sweet Colleen.

Contributed by Richurd