Original verses contributed for "Pysk, Cober ha Sten."

Many thanks to all of the wonderful songwriters who sent them in!

 

 

Here's to Angarrack in Court No. three

His case so clear: that Kernow is free

Time and again his Cornish voice

Tells the old judge he has no choice!

Here's to Angarrack in Court No. 3

Bert Biscoe

 

 

 

Here's to the old coat of arms

Extolling our country's fine charms

With chough, fish and tin

The spirit's within

That new crap just raises alarms!

Chris Blount

 

 

 

Here's to the man on the dole

very confused little soul

worked on the tankers

sunk by the bankers

here's to the man on the dole

 

Here's to the child on the street

nothing to wear on his feet

the bankers did call,

his father lost all

here's to the child on the street

 

here's for the mother that cries

took in by big business lies

no money for crouse

the bank took the house

here's for the mother that cries

 

Here's to the man in the bank

cares not for those of low rank

feeding his fat cat

squeaks like a black rat

here's to the man in the bank

 

here's to the future I say

we will get by with no pay

as bankers grow poor

we will have more

here's to the future I say

Gregory Woods

 

 

 

Here's to the country of lost causes

The brave, brave country of lost causes

Jonathan Sims

 

 

 

Here's to the smugglers' brave;

They brought contraband o'er the wave;

Brandy, tea, saffron, too,

Silks, tobacco for you;

And stowed them  in cove or in cave.

 

Here's to the pasty supreme -

And scones, plum preserves and cream;

If you make them your snack

You're a true Cousin Jack;

They also may broaden your beam.

 

Here's to the ancestors bold,

Who sailed the Atlantic so cold;

To make a good life

For children and wife;

Here's to the ancestors bold.

Marion Howard

 

 

 

Here's to the flag that we fly

Proud in the grey Cornish sky

We'll holler and call

For Kernow, One and All

Here's to the flag that we fly.

Ann Trevenen Jenkin

 

 

 

Here’s to the Tamar so wide,

That borders our easternmost side.

When we cross bridge or boat

There's a lump in your throat

and all Cornish hearts swell with pride.

Will Coleman

 

 

 

Here's to the cousins who roam

Far away over the foam

May each Jenny and Jack

Some day wander back

Here's to the cousins who roam

 

Here's to the friends who've passed on

They never truly are gone

For though they depart

They are still in our hearts

Here's to the friends who've passed on

 

Here's to the fishing that's gone

That once we depended upon

Hoping fish we now lack

May one day come back

Here's to the fishing that's gone

 

Here's to the miners of old

To the tin and the copper and gold

To all that they found

As they toiled underground

Here's to the miners of old

 

Here's to the farmers that plough

And here's to the crops that they grow

'Gainst insect and blight

They toil day and night

Here's to the farmers that plough

Bryony McGinty

 

 

 

Here's to the pasties we make

Hevva buns and saffron cake

Come down and try

Star Gazey Pie

Here's to the pasties we make

 

Here's to the beer that they brew

We'll toast old friends and new

So raise up your glasses

To the Cornish Lasses

Here's to the beer they brew

 

 Here's to Cornwall's green land

 Created by God's fair hand

 Looks just like Heaven

 Much better than Devon

 Here's to Cornwall's green land

 

Here's to the Organic Farmers

No GM crops to harm us

A slug on your cabbage

Won't do much damage

Here's to the Organic Farmers

 

Here's to Rick Stein in Padstow

A celebrity chef don't you know

He attract the Toffs

And posh food they scoffs

Here's to Rick Stein in Padstow

Martyn Kington 

 

 

 

Ottomma dhe'n yeth Keltek  (here's to the Celtic language)

a wra Kernow Kernewek       (that makes Cornwall Cornish)

Sowsnek yw saw tros             (English is just a noise)

'tho ni a wra mos                    (so we will go)

hag eva dhe Gernewek        (and drink to Kernewek)

 

Here's to incineration

particulate emission

burn up your trash

make toxic fly ash

and poison our great nation.

Pol Hodge

 

 

Here's to the land that we love

The legends, the people, the grub

Traditions abound

Characters found

Pasties and cream and the pub

Alan Jewell

 

 

Here's to Cornish mermaids pert,
Who pose as a kind of dessert--                       
They swim, sing, and tease
And give us sweet dreams!
Here's to mermaids that flirt!

Sue Pellowe