Brenda Wootton with John the Fish
From the album "Pasties and Cream<"br> Sentinel Records 1971        

A         is for ansum which we d'think we are (Es, no-one else would, would they?)
And         B         is fer bussa, a git Cornish jar -
And        C         is fer cream (which we d'like a lot),
Our cream is that thick you could call'n a clot!
        D        is for Digey - down St Ives, dawn't 'ee see,
And        E        is fer thee and fer me and fer she.
(She eden no 'ee! 'Es she is cause if she was with 'ee and I saw her coming down the street, I would say "Well, where are 'ee off to now I wonder?")
        F        is fer fairings you d'get up at the Fair -
They d'go a bit sticky, but the flavour is rare!
And        G        is fer gulls, as they d'fly cross the bar -
But if you're underneath them, then watch out my gar!
        H         is fer heavy - a git slab o'cake,
All dough and currints, like mo-ther d'bake.
        I        is fer 'idna' - my dear soul I cain't think!
All this'ere rhymin' d'drive me to drink!
And        J        is fer Janner - that's our cousin Jack -
You give 'ee some cheek and he'll give'ee one back!
        K        is fer klunk, you know, when you d'swalla -
And        L        is fer larrups - a git lout of a fella.
        M        is fer mo-ther, for whom we d'all care,
And        N        is fer nawthen that's going nowhere.
        O        is the ore ('No, no - not that kind of ore!') - that's the copper and tin,
That we dig down the mines midst the darkness and din - ('Oooh, very profound!')
And        P        is fer wan thing - that's pasties galore!
My dear, when I've 'ad a pasty, I don't want nawthen no more!
And        Q         is the queue where we patiently stood -
For two pennorth of butter and a bit of 'og's pud!
        R        is fer ray - now, there's a sweet bit o' fish,
Boiled taties and butter d'make a rich dish.
And        S        is fer saffron and Sunday School treat -
'Es - remember the banner we carr'd in the street?
And        T        is fer toe-rag, all salty and wry -
When I've 'ad some of that I could drink the sea dry!
And        U        is fer 'us' - well, we d'say 'we' -
('That edn't very good! 'S'better n'your 'idna', anyhow!')
And        V        is fer 'varmint' - some trouble is he!
        W        is fer withies, fer making pots fer the crabs,
And sticking up chimblys when cleaning the slabs;
And        X        marks the spot - of a h'old Cornish cross,
All covered in lichen and soft silky moss ...
And        Y        is fer 'Yeow!!' - 'es, you d'hear that in the street!
Now that's a true Cornish greeting wherever you d'meet.        
Z        Well - all I can think of fer
here is Zennor -
Aw, come's'on - lets go home and have denner.