Irish Colcannon

Irish Colcannon
Sit down old man and have a whiskey and tell me a tale
About the black dog, or the time you wouldn't go to jail!
And you were a mad man and I know that much is true
You'd beat a lot to death for looking wrong at you!
And blood was on the wall wherever you had been
Take me home again, Kathleen!

Cards are the devil, you say
Just look in the fireplace!
And the embers burn so bright
That I can hardly see your face!
And you were a mad man and I know that much is true
You'd beat a lot to death for looking wrong at you!
And blood was on the wall wherever you had been
Take me home again, Kathleen!
Make me a potato sandwich, and I will make the tea
Make mine with spelt bread, and I'll make sure yours has whiskey
And you haunt a generation, do you realize?
My father looks at me, he can see you sometimes
Oh, call me Joseph and call me your kin
And take me home again, Kathleen