Tag Archives: Kernow

#CornwallTilTheEnd

#CornwallTilTheEnd

Intro Am F C G

Am F

Now listen here my friend

C G

to these words I have to say;

Am. F

and let us not pretend

C. G

that the truth will go away.

Dm

I am here,

Am

and here I’ll stay;

C G

in Cornwall, ‘til the end.

Am. F

I don’t know why the family went away;

C

but, now I’m back,

G

I am here

Am

in Cornwall,

F C G

for forever, and a day.

Am F

I don’t know why the family went away;

C

but, now I’m back, I am here,

G

and I am here to stay…

Am

in Cornwall, in Cornwall…

F C G

for forever, and a day.

Dm

I am here,

Am

and here I’ll stay;

C G

in Cornwall, ‘til the end.

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The Day They Invented The Pasty

The Day They Invented The Pasty

It was a day, a sunny day,

(back in who knows when)

a day just like this one,

but with some sun;

when Bill and Bob, upon a job,

did think upon a problem.

“What shall we have…” said Bill,

“… to take our fill?”

“Our fill of what?” said Bob.

“Our fill of lunch,

we need to munch,

it’s been a busy mornin’”,

said Bill.

“Ah!” said Bob, “I’ve thrupence and a bob

(the coin that is my namesake),

what can we buy

for one and three,

have you a sovereign to add to our kitty?”

“A ‘sovereign!’ “ Bill laughed,

“If I but had; but, no, I’ve not, just a tanner got,

perhaps we could buy an ‘ansum pie,

for the riches we haves between us.”

Bob thought for a moment.

“I have an idea.” said he.

“Let’s dig us some swede…

potatoes we’ll need…

and a pound weight of yon lady’s skirt.”

‘Are you right in the head?’

was what, Bill, should have said;

but he didn’t, he thought the idea was a winner;

“And if we are quick,

we’ll be done in a tick,

and have a—!

… thingy for our dinner.”

Neither knew what to call

this new-fangled dish.

and names they tried, one and twenty;

“Let us not be hasty

to name this food oh so tasty;

perhaps we can call it a… ‘BillBob!’ “

said Bill.

“Or a ‘BobBill!’ said Bob.

Anyway, the pasty had been invented,

though it hadn’t a name,

until forty years later

a Mr. C. A. Pasty had an idea

for eternal fame.

(As if anybody remembers him).

The Tale of the Little Green People and their Journey from Mars to Cornwall.

The Tale of the Little Green People and their Journey from Mars to Cornwall.

‘This is: The Tale of the Little Green People and their Journey from Mars to Cornwall.

The little green people

were travelling from Mars

they were coming in spaceships,

cadging lifts in cars

(that’s just silly).

Their destination: Earth!

Obviously.

Seeking Mirth.

Because they were coming from a cold, laugh-less planet,

that they do ‘not’

fondly call ‘Mother Janet’.

Their landing point,

in Cornwall, Brown Willy –

which was recently voted the number one

silliest, hilliest placename

in a recent poll…

upon Mars,

for the seventh Martian Solar year running.

And then they plan to seek out…

The Eden Project,

(to see if it’s a threat)

Goonhilly Downs

(for obvious reasons)

and Miss Marples Tea Room in Looe

where they are going to have serious words

about a certain missing apostrophe.

(Time passes)

The little green people have integrated well,

and nobody can tell

that they are not from round here;

as they have picked up the lingo,

refused to play bingo,

and are as ‘Ansum’ as the day it is long.

They work hard,

pay their dues,

have learned to love queues,

and can sing ‘Trelawny’ at Will;

but, what will give them away,

is the colour of their skin,

translucent and thin,

and shiny, wet, greenish and gray…

… although their six-fingered hands is probably a clue;

but, not a clincher.’

Bodmin

Bodmin

I’m in

Bodmin,

Bodmin-by-the-Sea;

all of me

is in a part of Bodmin;

but, soon I’ll be

out of Bodmin,

then I’ll be Bodmin free.

Never Say ‘Ribbit’ in a Boat

Never Say ‘Ribbit’ in a Boat

There is an old Cornish saying,

that I once heard an old Cornishman saying, and it is:

‘Never say ‘Ribbit’ in a boat;

or ‘Rabbit’ or ‘Robot’. ‘

Why?

Well, I know not;

but, I think it’s because

it’s a bad habit to have

and it will inhibit

those others

who inhabit

the boat in question –

perhaps it affects their digestion.

Hold on, my memory jogs…

… was it something to do with dogs?

The Garden Of Cornwall

The Garden Of Cornwall

The garden of Cornwall

is right outside my door;

the hedges they need tending,

the sheep are on the moor;

the narrow roads are wending,

and shall do for ever more.

My Cornish Ancestry (or ‘We B’ain’t Be Blow-ins’)

My Cornish Ancestry (or ‘We B’ain’t Be Blow-ins’)

My family left Cornwall, heading East,

in search of wisdom, or a wise man, at the least;

after many years they realised the truth:

that there b’aint be wisdom in a single tooth;

they searched on high

and they searched down low,

all across the foreign land

they were fain to go;

until at the last, he who spoke for them said:

I want to taste once more the pasty

and die in a Cornish bed.