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Traditional Cornish SongsAt Cumpas events you'll often hear Cornish songs resounding from the stage or the dance floor! People often ask us for the words so here's a selection.
Black and Gold (Will Coleman) Refrain: Go cut furse, Flames on the fuzzy bush Go cut furse, Fill up the cloam Go cut furse, Flames on the fuzzy bush Kissing's out of fashion when the furse is out of bloom 'Twas one Midsummer's Eve As I strolled down from Trevalga And I met, would you believe The man with the golden tree Refrain: We went house to house for furse Then some grumpy old curmudgeon Tried to dole us with a curse So we rolled him into the sea Refrain: When we'd doused out every spark From Polrunny to Penally There upon the highest mark We set our wildfire flying free Refrain: Axe me down and burn my bones Turn my milk and sour my butter Fill my pockets full of stones Watch my ills all fly from me Refrain: I could see the seven brands Driving off the burning dragons Scattering ashes over the land From the smoke the spriggans flee Refrain: For its black breaks the thorn And its gold bursts the blossom And it's not long now 'til dawn Dances back from under the sea Refrain: When I leapt the failing flames Gold my head and black my body Things can never be the same Once the wheel goes rolling free Refrain: Hear the words the chieftain said Raise the rod and fill the belly Wipe the tears you never should shed For the death of the golden tree Cadgwith Anthem Come fill up your glasses and let us be merry For to rob and to plunder it is our intent. As we roam through the valleys Where the lilies and the roses And the beauty of Kashmir lay drooping his head Then away, then away, then away, To those caves in yonder mountains where the robbers retreat. Hark hark in the distance there's footsteps approaching Stand stand and deliver it is our watch cry Refrain: We'll take your gold and your silver or your lives in resisting We'll laugh at your anger and scorn your distress Refrain: Camborne Hill Going up Camborne Hill coming down, Going up Camborne Hill coming down, The horses stood still, the wheels went around, Going up Camborne Hill coming down. White stockings, white stockings she wore, White stockings, white stockings she wore, White stockings she wore, the same as before Going up Camborne Hill coming down. I knawed her old father old man I knawed her old father old man I knawed her old man, he blawed in the band Going up Camborne Hill coming down. And they pushed the damper in and they pulled the damper out, And the smoke went up the chimney just the same x2 And the smoke went up the chimney x3 And the smoke went up the chimney just the same. They aived in the coal to make steam They aived in the coal to make steam They aived in the coal, the steam hit the beam Going up Camborne Hill coming down. And when they were up they were up And when they were down they were down And when they were only half way up They were neither up nor down. Delkiow Sivy Peleah ero why a moaz, moze fettow teag Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Me a moaz than venton sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Pe ve moaz gena why moze fettow teag Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Grew mar meno why sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Fatla gwra ve agoz gurra why en doar Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Me vedn saval arta sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Fatla gwra ve agoz dry why gen floh Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Me vedn e thone sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Pew vedo why gawas rag seera rag goz floh Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Why ra boaz e seera, sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Pandra vedo why geel rag ledno rag goz floh Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? E seera veath troher sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag English Translation of Delkiow Sivy 1. "Where are you going, pretty maid, with your dark face and your yellow hair?" "I'm going to the spring, kind sir, for strawberry leaves make maidens fair." 2. "I'll go with you, pretty maid . . ." "If you want to . . ." 3. "What if I get you on the ground . . ?" "I'll jump up again . . ." 4. "What if I get you with child . . ?" "I will bear him . . ." 5. "Who will you get to be the father for your child?" "You will be his father . . ." 6. "What will you do for clothes for your child?" "His father will be a tailor . . ." Glittering Green (F Bennett and H Coleman 1997) I walked across the beach with you And my shoes were full of sand A fine rain fell to clear my head I turned and you took my hand We sit eating saffron cake And drinking cups of tea And we talk about the times Of so long ago And our hearts were in the tunes we played in those days As they stamped out the breakdowns on the tables there You danced your way through Sunday night Breaking hearts in your glittering green And our eyes were full of tears From too many goodbyes Yet in the ballroom they danced Until the dawn filled the skies Then the last Breton waltz Came uneven to our ears And came from nowhere to move us on To the end of the night And our hearts were in the tunes we played in those days As they stamped out the breakdowns on the tables there You danced your way through Sunday night Breaking hearts in your glittering green The Green Cockade 1.My love is newly listed, he wears a green cockade He marched away and left me, like any roving blade Refrain:: Oh, my poor heart! My very heart is breaking All through the loss of him, all through the loss of him. 2. His team of oxen ploughing their loss now plainly show The very ground he trod on, the grass refused to grow Refrain: 3. If only I had told him one half my grief and pain My lad had never listed to sail away to Spain Refrain: 4. Oh soon the leaves will wither and every flower decay The beauty of a young maid will likewise fade away Refrain: Lamorna So now I'll sing to you, it's about a maiden fair I met the other evening at the corner of the square; She'd a dark and roving eye, and her hair hung to her shoulder, We rolled all night in the pale moonlight away down to Lamorna Refrain : 'Twas down in Albert Square, I never shall forget Her eyes they shone like diamonds and the evening it was wet wet wet Her hair hung down in curls, she was a charming rover, We rolled all night in the pale moonlight away down to Lamorna As we got in the cab I asked her for her name, And when she gave it me, well mine it was the same; So I lifted up her veil for her face was covered over To my surprise it was my wife I took down to Lamorna. Refrain: She said I knowed ee well, I knowed ee all along I knowed ee in the dark but I did it for a lark And for that lark you'll pay for the taking of your donna You'll pay the fare I do declare way down to Lamorna. Refrain: Little Eyes The other night I had a dream, The funniest dream of all I dreamt that I was kissing you Behind the garden wall! And she said Little eyes I love you, little eyes I love you I love you in the springtime and the fall Little eyes I love you, little eyes I love you I love you best of all. Oh tell me honey, tell me true Who is your turtle dove? Oh tell me honey tell me do Who is the one you love? Refrain: I took my honey home last night Beneath the spreading pine I placed my arms around her waist And pressed her lips to mine Refrain: It was not you I kissed last night Behind the garden wall It was not you it was my wife She is so big and tall Refrain: |
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