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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.
There was a widow all forlorn Bledgiow a devias en nangow Nine brave boys from her body were born Bledgiow a devias en nangow An harp an peeb, an crowdy crohan ha'n heergorn Crowd treble seny mar wheag Bledgiow a devias en nangow One of them was a sailor brave Lost in battle in a watery grave One of them was a soldier bold For the sergeant's shilling his life he sold One of them was a tinner fine Died of consumption before his time One of them won his living from the land He and his farm lie a-buried in the sand One of them went fishing by and by Now he's as silent as the huer's cry One of them was a clayworker proud White were his boots and white was his shroud One of them was a carpenter sure Nailed in a box to sleep for evermore One was a smith and a rebel of fame Hung drawn and quartered in Cornwall's name The youngest son was as happy as a king For she taught him how to dance and she taught him how to sing That was the tale of the nine brave boys Leaving the widow to reckon up her joys English translation of the Refrain:: Bledgiow a devias en nangow Flowers that grow in the valley An harp an peeb, an crowdy crohan ha'n heergorn Crowd treble seny mar wheag The harp, the pipe, the drum, the trumpet and the fiddle play sweetly. Raise Your Voice (Will Coleman) Raise your glass and raise your voice For the time's come to leave you One last song and we'll be gone Though the parting may grieve you For as we go we'll always know That you kindly did grace us Good cheer and song will keep us strong Though the world turn against us. Now time goes by and changes fly And what's gone has gone forever Standing still brought naught but ill Be you ever so clever So we'll move and take our song To whoever will grace us Good cheer and song will keep us strong Though the world turn against us. The Sprig of Thyme Oh once I had plenty of thyme, it would flourish by night and by day Till my love came to me, returned from the sea And he stole my thyme away. Oh and I was a maiden fair, but fairer I wished to appear So I washed me in milk and I clothed me in silk And I put the sweet thyme in my hair. In June the red rose is in bloom, but that was no flower for me I reached for the bloom but was pierced by the thorn And I gazed on the willow tree Oh the willow tree it will twist and the willow tree it will twine I would I were fast in my lover's arms clasped For tis he that has stolen my thyme. Sweet Nightingale My sweetheart come along, don't you hear the fond song The sweet notes of the nightingale flow? Don't you hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale As she sings in the valley below, as she sings in the valley below. Pretty Betty don't fail, for I'll carry your pail Safe home to your cot as we go: You shall hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale Refrain: Pray let me alone, I have hands of my own, And along with you sir I'll not go For to hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale Refrain: Pray sit yourself down with me on the ground On the bank where the primroses grow You shall hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale Refrain: So she sat herself down with him on the ground On the bank where the primroses grow And she heard the fond tale of the sweet nightingale Refrain: The couple agreed to be married with speed And along to the church they did go Now no more she's afraid for to walk in the shade Or to sit in those valleys below, Or to sit in those valleys below. Trelawney A good sword and a trusty hand, a merry heart and true King James' men shall understand what Cornish lads can do And have they fixed the where and when and shall Trelawney die? Here's twenty thousand Cornish men shall know the reason why! Refrain:: And shall Trelawney live and shall Trelawney die Here's twenty thousand Cornish men shall know the reason why! Out spake their captain brave and bold, a merry wight was he, If London's tower were Michael's hold we'd set Trelawney free We'll cross the Tamar land to land, the Severn is no stay With "One and All" and hand in hand and who shall bid us nay? Refrain:. And when we come to London Wall, a pleasant sight to view Come forth come forth ye cowards all! Here's men as good as you. Trelawney he's in keep and hold, Trelawney he may die, But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold will know the reason why! Thousands or More Now time passes over more swiftly and gay Since we found a new act to drive sorrows away. Bright Phoebe arises all up in the sky With her red rosy cheeks and her sparkling eye. You ask me for credit I'll say I have none With my bottle and friends you will find me at home. And though I'm not rich and though I'm not poor I'm as happy as them that have thousands or more. The White Rose I love the white rose in its splendour I love the white rose in its bloom I love the white rose so fair as it grows It's the rose that reminds me of you. The first time I met you my darling Your face was as red as the rose And now your face has grown paler As pale as the lily white rose. Refrain: And now that you've left me my darling From your grave one single flower grows I will always remember you darling When I gaze on that lily white rose. Refrain: |
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