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In Cornwall…

In Cornwall…

At half-past-two

the sky is blue

there’s not a cloud to see;

by half-past three

it rains on me,

and it also rains on you.

Which is the sort

of thing we get…

in Cornwall.

We go for a drive

down narrow lanes,

in our shiny motor car,

but the lane is only

just

wider than we are;

and then we have to factor

in the meeting of a tractor,

and reversing is all we seem to do,

Which is just the sort

of thing we get…

in Cornwall.

But, we love living here…

in Cornwall.

In Cornwall

we spend our nights and days,

for Cornwall

has its own special ways,

forever want to stay…

in Cornwall.

As I was going to St. Ive (rhymes with ‘leave’)

As I was going to St. Ive,

I met a man who had to leave,

he said his time was up, and so,

he had nothing left to do, but go.

I asked him ‘where’ he was going to;

he said, ‘What’s it go to do with you?’

I thought a while, and then replied,

‘I’ll meet you on the other side.’

‘The other side of ‘what’? he asked,

And there we stood,

ten feet apart,

and strangely masked;

thinking about what might have passed.

Cornish Panties (misprint?)

I fill my Cornish Panties

with carrots and with swede:

I pop in cooked green lentils,

as Vegan is my creed;

add potatoes and some seasoning;

to give the zest I need,

I love these Cornish Panties,

I am a fool indeed.

As I was going to St. Ives…

“As I was going to St. Ives…

I realised,

that I,

was heading

in the wrong direction.

I turned around,

retraced the ground

that I had so recently

traversed,

reversed my route,

you might say,

and carried happily

upon my way.

Where was I going to?

Obvs. I was off to Looe –

toodle-loo!”

It’s a lovely day – a song.

It’s a lovely day

It’s a lovely day

for someone

but not me;

it’s raining on my head

and blowing a hooley;

I’m sure that I can see

that it’s a lovely day

for someone

but not me.

It’s a lovely day

somewhere

but not here;

It’s hailstorms, rain, and thunder

causing fear;

and I’m hearing in my ear,

that it’s a lovely day

somewhere

but not here.

Trelawny (Song of the Western Men) for St. Piran’s Day 5th March.

Lyrics by Robert Stephen Hawker (1804–1875)

A good sword and a trusty hand,

A merry heart and true!

King James’s men shall understand

What Cornish lads can do.

And have they fixed the where and when?

And shall Trelawny die?

Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men

Will know the reason why!

And shall Trelawney live?

Or shall Trelawney die?

Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men

Will know the reason why!

Out spake their Captain brave and bold:

A merry wight was he:

“If London Tower were Michael’s hold,

We’ll set Trelawney free!

We’ll cross the Tamar, land to land,

The Severn is no stay:

With ‘one and all’, and hand in hand,

And who shall bid us nay?”

And shall Trelawney live?

Or shall Trelawney die?

Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men

Will know the reason why!

“And when we come to London Wall,

A pleasent sight to view,

Come forth! come forth ye cowards all,

Here’s men as good as you!

Trelawney he’s in keep and hold:

Trelawney he may die:

But twenty thousand Cornish bold

Will know the reason why!”

And shall Trelawney live?

Or shall Trelawney die?

Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men

Will know the reason why!

Downhill All The Way

From London

to Cornwall

it’s downhill

all the way;

apart from

the lightening

of our souls

and the growing joy

in our hearts.

Wagon-UnLit

The lights went out,

as we left Cornwall,

never to be lit again,

unless we returned to the land

of Cornish rain.

There’s no Menhir – A Haiku

There’s no Menhir, like

a Cornish Menhir; and no

Womenhir at all.

As I was going to St. Ive (pronounced ‘Eve’)

As I was going to St. Ive

(pronounced ‘Eve’)

I met a met a man whose name was St.eve,

he told me that he wouldn’t leave

(but not what or where he wouldn’t leave)

and it was then that he told me

that his name was St.eve.