Cornish Lads Are Fishermen Lyrics

Cornish Lads Are Fishermen

 

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 Newlyn town we used to sail,

Through rain and mist, and lashing gale,

The mackerel shoals we’d hope to find,

And soon we’d left Land’s End behind.

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We’d search the Sevenstones all around,

But not a sign nor shoal we found,

Round Island’s light is now in sight,

But Scillies are a barren ground.

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The winding engines used to sing,

A melody to Cornish tin,

And Geevor lads they all would grin,

At payday on a Friday.

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The water now reclaims the mines,

And young men talk of old men’s time,

And go to work in gold or coal’

Or face a life upon the dole.

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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.

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We’ll do as we have done before,

Go out to roam the wild world o’er,

Where ever 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.