COUSIN JACK

We are all good Cornishmen and mining men are we.
We've travelled around this world my boys, to every country.
We've travelled east, we've travelled west,
We've travelled the globe around.
To work in hard rock mining wherever it is found.

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Let's drink to every Cornishman wherever they may be,
Let's drink to every mining man in every country.
Let's drink the health and we'll drink the wealth,
As we pass the Jug around,
Let's drink to every Cornishman who works below the ground.

Our ancestors were mining men to a very high degree.
They mined the hills and valleys, and they mined beneath the sea.
They mined for the arsenic,
The copper and the tin.
And so now we'll drink a toast to all these mining men.

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Some of us have found some friends, some have none at all.
And so when we draw our pay, for a bottle we will call.
We'll fill our glasses to the brim,
As the bottle is passed around.
Here's a toast to Cornish mining men who work below the ground.

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We are all good Cornishmen and mining men are we.
We've travelled around this world my boys, to every country.
We've travelled east, we've travelled west,
We've travelled the globe around.
To work in hard rock mining, wherever it is found

Chorus - Change last line to: 
Let's drink to every Cousin Jack! Who lies beneath the ground.

Copyright Harry (Safari) Glasson.

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ST JUST LADIES

I was born in fifty-one,
I was raised for love and fun.
In sixty-six I went and made a start.
Been all around this world,
I've met lots of pretty girls,
Those St Just girls they stole my aching heart.

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And I've courted girls from Praze,
I remember all my days.
I've walked out with some ladies from Pendeen,
And down there in Penzance,
I've been known to find romance.
These St Just ladies are the best I've ever seen.

I've courted down the Cot,
When the weather it was hot.
I've courted on Kenidjack in the cold.
And down there on the cliff,
I have asked the question if?
Been slapped around the ear for being bold.

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Oh the pasties that she made,
would beat any shop bought trade.
Her heavy cake and scones are a proper tea.
For a St Just girl is worth,
two of every sort on earth.
That's why I sing their praises here today.

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I have walked through wind and rain,
And I'll do it all again,
To have a St Just girl by my side.
I'd take her to the priest,
On the day of St Just Feast,
And make that St Just maid my blushing bride.

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CORNWALL MY HOME

I've stood on Cape Cornwall in the sun's evening glow,
On Chywoone Hill at Newlyn to watch the fishing fleets go,
Watched the sheave wheels at Geevor as they spun around
And heard the men singing as they go underground.

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And no one will ever move me from this land
Until the Lord calls me to sit at his hand.
For this is my Eden, and I'm not alone.
For this is my Cornwall and this is my home.

I've left childish footsteps in the soft Sennen sand,
I've chased the maids there, all giggly and tanned.
I've stood on the cliff top in a westerly blow
And heard the wave thunder on the rocks far below.

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First thing in the morning, on Chapel Carn Brea
And gaze at the Scillies in the blue far away.
For this is my Cornwall, and I'll tell you why 
Because I was born here and here I shall die.

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(repeat last line of the chorus)

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HARRY'S SONG FOR CORNWALL

When I sing of Cornwall,
It's one way to begin,
To tell the story of the men,
Of copper, fish and tin.
From the sea that's all around us,
To way below the ground,
The memory of these mighty men,
Is gathered all around.

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So let's hear it for Trelawney,
May his army never die.
Let's hear it for Trevithick,
With his engine steaming by.
Let's hear it for the farmers,
and for the fishermen.
Let's hear it for the miners,
Who we hope will mine again.

Oh from the engine houses,
That lay scattered 'round Carn Brea,
To the white St Austell landscape,
Sculpted in the china clay.
From the harbours here at Newlyn,
At Portreath and at Looe.
The lighthouse on the Wolf Rock,
Proves what Cornishmen can do.

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Cornish past is mighty,
It was built by mighty men,
And as Cornishmen we yearn,
For those times to come again.
Or do we let our mining,
And our fishing 'round us fall,
Not if we stick together,
In our motto, "One And All".

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Now when you cross the Tamar,
Into this promised land,
There's one thing to remember,
One thing to understand.
That Cornwall's not a county,
Just sited in the west.
That Cornwall is a country,
The land we love the best.

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