Harry's Song For Cornwall

When I sing of Cornwall,
It's one way to begin,
To tell the story of the men,
Of copper, fish and tin.
From the sea that's all around us,
To way below the ground,
The memory of these mighty men,
Is gathered all around.

Chorus
So let's hear it for Trelawney,
May his army never die.
Let's hear it for Trevithick,
With his engine steaming by.
Let's hear it for the farmers,
and for the fishermen.
Let's hear it for the miners,
Who we hope will mine again.

Oh from the engine houses,
That lay scattered 'round Carn Brea,
To the white St Austell landscape,
Sculpted in the china clay.
From the harbours here at Newlyn,
At Portreath and at Looe.
The lighthouse on the Wolf Rock,
Proves what Cornishmen can do.

Chorus

Cornish past is mighty,
It was built by mighty men,
And as Cornishmen we yearn,
For those times to come again.
Or do we let our mining,
And our fishing 'round us fall,
Not if we stick together,
In our motto, "One And All".

Chorus
Now when you cross the Tamar,
Into this promised land,
There's one thing to remember,
One thing to understand.
That Cornwall's not a county,
Just sited in the west.
That Cornwall is a country,
The land we love the best.

Chorus