On The Shore

There was a time when Cornish men were always underground

Our techniques and technologies, were known the world around

But when the mines were sleeping, there was hardship, there was strife

And we had to travel overseas to find a better life

On the shore, true love will wait forever more

So here’s to tomorrow, whatever’s gone before

Cornwall lies waiting on the shore

We’ll sail for America, down to Callio

Africa, Australia and on to Mexico

We’ll cast our nets, we’ll drag a line, it’s handed from above

It’s in our bones, it’s in our soul, it’s written in our blood

On the shore, true love will wait forever more

So here’s to tomorrow, whatever’s gone before

Cornwall lies waiting on the shore

Now, they come down on their holidays and up the prices fly

The buckets, spades and marinades will bleed the duchy dry

We can’t afford the houses, where we used to live

The harbour’s full of Emmets and there’s no-one left to fish

On the shore, true love will wait forever more

So here’s to tomorrow, whatever’s gone before

Cornwall lies waiting on the shore

Oh, this is not a song for sadness, but that's the way it seems

We'll always have our roots, boys and we'll always have our dreams

In every corner of the world, you'll always hear the call

Geddon Boy! Wasson!

Oll An Gwella, one and all!

On the shore, true love will wait forever more

So here’s to tomorrow, whatever’s gone before

Cornwall lies waiting on the shore

On the shore, true love will wait forever more

So here’s to tomorrow, whatever’s gone before

Cornwall lies waiting on the shore

Oh, Cornwall lies waiting on the shore

Oh, Cornwall lies waiting on the shore