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CORNISH LADS (Roger Bryant) Well Cornish lads are fishermen And Cornish lads are miners too But when the fish and tin are gone What are the Cornish boys to do? From Newly town we used to sail Through rain and mist and lashing gale The mackerel shoals we hoped to find And soon we've left Land's End behind For. . . etc. We've searched the seven stones all around But not a sign or shoal we've found Round Island light is now in sight But Scillies are a barren ground The winding engines used to sing A melody to Cornish tin And Geevor Lads they all would grin At pay day on a Friday The water now reclaims the mine And young men talk of old men's time And go to work in gold or coal Or face a life upon the dole The hammer of the auction man Is the only sound we soon will hear And visitors will make the noise And order drinks from Cornish boys We'll do as we have done before Go out to roam the wild world o'er Wherever sea or ship are found Or there's a hole down underground Well Cornish lads are fishermen And Cornish lads are miners too So when the fish and tin are gone That's what the Cornish boys will do @work filename[ CORNLADS Feb07  8note Sheet |
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