Mrs Chapman’s Boys
Are you packing you bags son? Are you leaving today?
Old Cornwall will miss you when you’re far away
Send me a letter, tell me that you’re fine
I’ll always think of you when you’re down in the mine
You left as a young man and you went far away
You had to leave Cornwall, there just was no pay
But living without you will not be the same
For you’ll never come back to old Cornwall again
Your picture hangs proudly by your old mothers door
But she knows in her heart that she’ll see you no more
Like all the young miners who never came back
You’ll always be Cornish, God bless Cousin Jack
Now old Mrs Chapman, her sons numbered nine
And they all left as young men to go work in the mine
The key to the front door, she threw it away
But she died still in hope they would walk through one day
God bless all the Cornish who live far away
And now things are different we may see you one day
And Cornwall will love you if you make the trip back
She’s never forgotten old Cousin Jack
So you’re packing your bags son and you’re leaving today
Old Cornwall will miss you when you’re far away
Don’t send me a letter telling me that you’re fine
Cos I know you will die there in that far away mine
Yes I know you will die there in that far away mine