Above me, my son Abe is asking, pa pa, why’d you stay? You sat and

Lasted eight years to the day, in fact, Potato Famine taints your land

What Abe don’t grasp, theres ways which we could stay, adapt

Grew a kid of labour, trained to trap. Lay them down in blades of grass

Pray to get a great big catch, when gazing at family, we’re hungry

And a gun goes bang, would scare them, couldn't take the chance

Our aims fantastic, barrelless, it’s arrows in our strained elastics

Drag it back for Mama who would bag the meat that's bad, then

Me and dad, as hunters, take the sack as bait to catch it’s mate

Maintain the stash we ate from, trait of man to take no glamour

Stacked beside the gate we had a paved-in patch to axe swing

And the blade would slash the oak tree at an angle, into fractions

I would take them to the stove so we could bake them into rations

Because Mama made the pasta dashed with basil, glazed in flax seed

But the ache still stabs me, damn, it takes me back, the seasons changing

No more people out this way, so the meals were samples, all occasions

It had seared your Grandma badly, she appeared so hollow, vacant

And one day, exhaustion takes her. Certain fact, her cheeks amazing

So we ate her, sadly, she was first to pass and she looked tasty…

But we made it, days grew happier, the pain was soothed away

And we grew a great potato crop, the same way that it used to be.

I married off a maiden, she got pregnant and produced you, Abe

You grew up raised to wait your turn, to stomach every vegetable

That sometimes they are scarce, so taste is nothing, its digestible

If nothing, it will rescue you from suffering, a lesson for what's coming

The men said plague is coming back, it’s stressful but it’s coming

I mentioned to your Mom that my repentance had been summoned

Cause my energy had plummeted, my mettles an encumbrance

So the day that I drew breathless she dissected me to eat, like deer

The reason that you've even here regretting what your teeth had pierced

You stand beside my tomb, alive, and grieving through a sea of tears

From underneath my grave I say these words I wish that he could hear