'But when the fish and tin are gone, what are the Cornish Boys to do?'
Cornish Lads by Roger Bryant

'Oh the rain is softly falling and the Oggy man's no more'
The Oggie Man by Cyril Tawney

'And I've woven meself too far in'
The four loom weavers lament

'When my days are over, Haul away to heaven'
Farewell Shanty

'We'll play the game over and over and over again!'
The Game of All Fours

'But all I could answer was Teddy O'Neil'
Teddy O'Neil

'Eee she were a big 'un - wi' emphasis on the Big'
Rawtenstall Annual Fair

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness
Bringing in The sheaves

More? HUNDREDS!!! - though I have to say that I am also attracted by the tune and the way the words snuggle inot it, for instance, in 'She Moves Through The Fair' The words 'Like a swan in the evening moves over the lake - I first heard this sung by Josef Locke on an old recording of father in Law's, he sings it like she is mo-o-oving over the lake, it's so descriptive
Lucy