Ol Neck, as ee ez wont ta doo
Went wanderen up an down
Ta see wot mischeef ee cud brew
An maed fer Lanson town.

Fer ets fesh an ten an coaper boys,
An tre an pol an pen,
An waun an oll we may rejoys
That we be Cornishmen.

Acroas tha Tamer ee ad cum
Thoa you mae thenk et straenj,
An aven lift is Debm oam
Tride Kernow fer a chaenj.

Now, wen ta Lanson ee drew near
A-skepen oor tha soad,
Ee spied a rustek cotuj theer
Weth windaz oll abroad. An en tha kechun mite be seen
A daem weth nife en and,
Oo cut an slashd an choapd, I ween
Ta maak a paasty grand.

“ Gud moornen Misus! Wot es thaat
Ov oll soorts tes a dawb.
Theers beef an muttun, pork an faat
Tayteez, licks an skawb!”

“ A Cornish Pasty, sooer!” sez shee,
“ An ef tha dussent mind,
I soon shall stert ta cut up thee
An put ee en, youll find!”

En feer ee turnd an sraet ded flee,
Ta croas tha Tamer keen,
An sens that dae, en Cornwall ee
As niver mooer ben seen.
 

The words were probably by Ralph Dunstan in the late 1920s, though he never ‘owned up’. The tune (Scots by birth) is Cornish only by adoption!

Bolingy Troyl Band have performed this on many an occasion at Lowender Peran. Note the use of the Dialect form of Launceston and reference to the old rhyme; ‘By Tre, Pol and Pen, Ye shall know the Cornishmen.’

 

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