You are the echo of the Cornish shanty

Chanting to keep the fishermen’s spirits up,

You are the morning sun waving to the villagers,

Calling ‘*mitten-da*’across the horizon.

You are Pendower beach you waves crashing upon

the golden sand,

You are the brain of a surfer catching waves

You are the rippling rock pool with your little fishy friends.

You are a mouthwatering steaming hot pasty

Fresh out of the oven!

You are a delicious scone with delicious strawberry jam

And  a dollop of clotted cream on top.

You are a angry stormy sea causing a delay to a small boat,

You’re the mind of a cloud about to POUR down rain!

Sometimes, your the sun reflecting onto the ocean

                         You are my Cornwall

                                    My home