Frank I have the words for you from the secretary of the choir.

Proper Job

Is there a land where cream is cream
and where a man has time to dream?
Is there a place where peace is peace
and where the race for change can cease?
Is there a coast where cliffs are cliffs
folk never talk in buts and ifs?
Can I escape this crazy stress?
Hear the Cornish answer, 'Yes!'

Proper job! First you cross the Tamar
Proper job! Sea breeze in your face!
Devon may be touchy
Cornwall is a Duchy
Proper job! Kernow is the place

Proper job! When the Lord made Cornwall
Proper job! Granite built with grace
Charm in every corner
Launceston to Lamorna!
Proper job! Kernow is the place.

Shades of miners
Tough hand liners
mighty man born
There in Camborne
Made an engine fine and fitty
'n if you must, then down
in Truro town -
There's a city

Proper job! Take a stroll up Fore Street
Proper job! Pasty in your hand
Saffron sweet and spicy
have a bit of nicey!
Proper job! Kernow is the land.

It is credited to Richards and Dearlove