From Newlyn Town we used to sailThrough fog and rain and lashing gale

The mackerel shoals we hoped to find

And soon we've left Land's End behind

For Cornish lads are fishermen

And Cornish lads are miners too

But when the fish and tin are gone

What are the Cornish Boys to do?

We've searched the Seven Stones all around

But not a sign or shoal we've found

Round Island light is now in sight

But Scillies are a barren ground

For Cornish lads are fishermen

And Cornish lads are miners too

So when they try to end our song

We'll mourn the old but seek the new

An extract from the Revised (Eden) Version 2006 by Roger Bryant

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