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Let's
sing
CORNISH
AUSTRALIAN by Ian Gendall I’ve
a notion you don’t know me As
well as you might say, Though
I’m found all through the country From
Tasman to Shark Bay. I’m
a true Australian Cornishman, And
I want you all to know, It’s
good to think your Australian While
yet your Cornish too. (Chorus) With
me pack on me back Me pasty in me hand, I’m
just a Cousin Jack A
roamin’ through the land And
I hope you’ll agree It’s
a fine thing to be Cornish
Australian just like me
(Chorus) Now
some their land forsaking Have
come from overseas New
homes and friends are making They’re
quickly at their ease And
some though in the dust and sun Have
grown there they were bred And
glad to be Australian Though
they have Cornish blood
(Chorus) So
I’m proud to be Australian And
Cornish all in one And
I’m glad I’ve not forgotten From
where and who I am For
the pasties filled with meat and spuds There’s
a cool beer by my side And
I’m glad I’m pure Australian And
a Cousin Jack beside (Chorus) MEBYON
KERNOW Y’N SOTH Mebyon
Kernow y’n Soth We
sing out loud because We’re
Mebyon Kernow y’n Soth Beneath
the Southern Cross We’re
the Southern Sons…. of Cornwall Australia…
is where we live We
come together ‘One and All’ For
our Cornish heritage Mebyon
Kernow y’n Soth We
sing out loud because We’re
Mebyon Kernow y’n Soth Beneath the Southern
Cross TRELAWNEY
A good sword and a trusty hand, A merry heart and true! King James's men will understand what Cornish lads can do. And have they fixed the where and when? And shall Trelawney die? Here's twenty thousand Cornishmen will know the reason why! (Chorus)
And shall Trelawney live? Or shall Trelawney die? Here's twenty thousand Cornishmen will know the reason why! Out spake their captain brave and bold, A merry wight was he, If London's Tow'r were Michael's hold, we'd set Trelawney free. We'll cross the Tamar, land to land, the Severn is no stay, With "one and all", and hand in hand, and who shall bid us nay? (Chorus)
Come forth come forth, ye cowards all! Here's men as good as you; Trelawney he's in keep and hold, Trelawney he may die, But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold will know the reason why!
(Chorus)
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