清晨，１０a.m.了，外面还是一片漆黑。一杯极品绿茶，一首音乐将我从昨夜的宿醉中清醒。

每一次旅行总会带来一些惊喜，十几年前，我一个人去scotland highlands旅行，也是１２月，我第一次尝到了Colcannon.时间过得真快，我已记不得Colcannon是什么味道，不过那温暖的Scotland pub and live band却清晰得如昨天。

又是一年.




The Black Family - Colcannon

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

Chorus

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 or mother 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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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