Well, you did, so you did,
and so did he, and so did I
And the more I think about it,
sure, the nearer I am to cry
Oh, and then the happy days,
when troubles we knew not
An d our mothers made cotton
in the little skillet pot
Well, did you ever make cotton
made with lovely, fickle cream?
With the greens and scallions
mingled 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 mothers used to make?
Well, you did, so you did,
and so did he, and so did I
And the more I think about it,
sure, the nearer I am to cry
Oh, and then a happy day,
so troublesome we knew not
And our mothers made cod canning
in the little skillet pot
Well, did you ever take potato cake
and boxed it to the school?
Tucked underneath your rockster
with your books, your slate and rule?
And my teacher wasn't looking,
sure, a great big fight you'd take
Of the creamy, flavoured,
soft and melted sweet potato cake
Oh, well, you did, so you did,
and so did he, and so did I
And the more I think about it,
sure, the nearer I'm to cry
Oh, when then the happy days
were troubles we knew not
And our mothers make a cannon
in the little skillet pot
Well, did you ever go a -courtin',
when the evening sun went down
And the moon began a -peepin'
from behind the hill of down
And you wandered down the boree
where the cloroca must seem
And you whispered lovin' praises
to your lonely sweet Colleen
Well, you did, so you did,
and so did he, and so did I
And the more I think about it,
sure, the nearer I'm to cry
Oh, and then the happy days,
when trouble's a -ween you not
And a mother's make a cannon
in the little skillet pot
Well, you did, so you did,
and so did he, and so did I
And the more I think about it,
sure, the nearer I'm to cry
Oh, and then the happy days
And the mother's maid called Cannon
